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Everything Must Suck

Last night, between the Mango Dream and the Dream Where The Car Has No Brakes, I dreamed that I ran over the Manic Street Preachers. with a bulldozer All of em. Even that one that went missing. He came back, just so I could mow him down.

I wonder if I will I dream it again tonight. Only this time I hope I will also run over their new album cover, the one that has the vaguely Primal Scream-ish font without the clever absence of vowels. To sleep, perhance to bulldoze.

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