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Rocket Robin Hood takes from the cosmic rich to give to the astral poor, but he won't be around until the astonishing year, 3000. In the meantime, the cosmic rich are flying around in space, keeping all the goodies for themselves, while the rest of us have to work. They're up their in their galactic love-boats, probably in the space casino, blowing all their credits on Celestial Blackjack. Fuckers. They conquered our whole galaxy and now they're coming after the solar system.
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Horror of Cosmicism
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