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come on over sir and let me buy you a drink, cause everyone in the world is simply dying to know just what you think, yes we value your opinion as a measure of our self-worth, yeah you've been in this business awhile but baby, i've been destined since birth, what's your name don't you work for that radio, then you write for that paper well then by all means you know, you know, what's happening now, what's hip, what's putridly insincere, yes, you're right it's time for you to go, we don't sell any of that here, this ain't my thing, you know i really can't compete, yeah you're as deep as the fucking ocean with your snobbish underground elite, perhaps i bite the hand that feeds or cut off my nose to spite my face, but if you didn't come here to hear the truth, you shouldn't have come here in the first place, then i turn to myself and ask if the turn will be mine, maybe i bitch too much maybe too angry, maybe i whine, or maybe the picture of them i paint i paint too well, and though afraid they still adjust themselves as they put me back on the shelf