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Butterfly Man losing control over his bladder, tears of joy in his upturned face as he held his hat for a child with a fiver perched on papa's shoulders, while behind him, high on sticks of wood and varied thought patterns, the up mime spoke, finger raised, saying:
"You are all inferior and lucky, products of a consumer culture fabricated on lies, mischief, and poorly-written jingles, and brought to you on the backs of a million starving children. You toil and farm through your meaningless and pathetic lives, and your sole harvest is junk mail, dropped on you like so many torches from the hands of a dubious fire juggler. You are easier to see through than a Japanese neo-tribalist didgeridoo wanabee, and the mechanistic daily rituals you call your lives are actually a thinly veiled abdication of any real thought whatever. I pity you, and your vulnerability to the basest HTML scammers, your insipid desperate plunging need for some form of recognition, some endorsement, some whisper from something you can believe in. You are as grating and unwelcome as the crinkling sound of paper misfed into a fax machine, playing havoc with the rollers, announcing impending expense",
it went on, at some length, and the caption at the bottom read
"You are all inferior and lucky, products of a consumer culture fabricated on lies, mischief, and poorly-written jingles, and brought to you on the backs of a million starving children. You toil and farm through your meaningless and pathetic lives, and your sole harvest is junk mail, dropped on you like so many torches from the hands of a dubious fire juggler. You are easier to see through than a Japanese neo-tribalist didgeridoo wanabee, and the mechanistic daily rituals you call your lives are actually a thinly veiled abdication of any real thought whatever. I pity you, and your vulnerability to the basest HTML scammers, your insipid desperate plunging need for some form of recognition, some endorsement, some whisper from something you can believe in. You are as grating and unwelcome as the crinkling sound of paper misfed into a fax machine, playing havoc with the rollers, announcing impending expense",
it went on, at some length, and the caption at the bottom read
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