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| January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One | ||||||||||
| Jeff Crouch | ||||||||||
| Lieutenant Colonel Slade, Automatic Man Kurt Cobain to Nirvana. In full dress uniform— Too much like my weapon— Wounded head. “John Daniels,” Jack—“that’s a joke. “ Marat/Sade—the sauna, Cato the Younger with slit wrists— Napoleon—twice Imperial mission, the Roman notion— “No damn good,” Turnus—“No damn good.” Malveure, conspiracist. “I feel stupid and contagious.”~1 Tennessee Sipping Whiskey for Emperor Augustus— As Lord Acton is to have said, The hand grenade of your own destruction, Son—snap to it. ~1 http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/nirvana/101055.html |
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