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To All the Broads I've Nailed Before

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We were telling ourselves, more or less like Hardcorella Duemila said: Trump's presidency brings about at least a dozen great hc records. With Obama, it wasn't possible; with Bush, it was the High Modernism of punk, so there were sermons and badges. But now that we're in the post-anything era, we can happily flutter from situationism to situationism, satisfying our hunger for evil against institutional evil, contemplating new forms, expressions, and evaluation categories. We revel in the notion that everything we think is ugliest probably exists, and they have made an album or a porn or a post about it.

Not even the time for a piss, oh, not even the time for a piss.