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i was going to reply to pan, but it all seems so far out of whack, what he says about roachboy, so unrelated to anything i understand either myself or roachboy to be, to do or to say that there was really no point in it.
fighting someone else's projections is always a waste of time.
and while it is of course kind of awkward to find oneself dressed up in someone else's psychological garb as a Persecuting Other, i suppose there are worse fates for a pseudonym.
political debate can be as much a space for the outlining of one's pathologies as it can be one of making arguments.
there is a whole history of political microgroups that demonstrates even distinguishing one from the other can be a problem at times.
so even here, nothing is being invented: except perhaps an unattractive virtual outfit that roachboy's phantom double can be paraded about while wearing.
i would complain about pattern, color, cut and even lighting: but pan's isnt my movie.
so it goes, i guess.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
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