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Bipolar Babies

About Me

Infadels. Heathens. Bruised and beaten. The freak you seek, was cruicifed last week. We humbled the meek. And prey on the weak.THIS IS BUSINESS, BABY! You hung prophets from trees. Your souls profit for me.WE MAKIN' MONEY, HONEY! Where Satan exceeds. The will to succeed? power...breeds...greed....

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Member Since: 15/02/2006
Band Members: Alien Stealth Fish - sounds 'n' pounds /Samurai Lesbian Monkey - smokin 'n' chokin /Kamikaze Clam - thumpin 'n' jumpin
Influences: Asked to give a toast before the prestigious New York Press Club, John Swinton, the former Chief of Staff at the New York Times, made this candid confession [it's worth noting that Swinton was called "The Dean of His Profession" by other newsmen, who admired him greatly]:" There is no such thing, at this date of the world's history, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job.If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth; to lie outright; to pervert; to vilify; to fawn at the feet of mammon, and to sell the country for his daily bread. You know it and I know it and what folly is this toasting an independent press. We are the tools and vassals of the rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes. "

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Sounds Like: Surfin' the birthin' canal
Type of Label: Major

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I am not here. I am everywhere. I administer a central nervous system in order to experience this particular dimension. I am God And I am Satan. All you've loved. And all you've hated Pure perfec...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 14:54:00 GMT

The song of the Scottish rite

Fear is here for you Love has abandoned you All of our doctrines collide. If you're not on my side Better run and hide Democracy was a lie. The makers of money Committed to war We urge you to fight Ye...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 08:35:00 GMT

Parable for the ignorant

Socially stunted? Well nobody cares The world is illuminated, broken and bare Truth is eliminated with lies of such flair Maggies children beget the bastards of Blair. Pave the way for centralization ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 08:28:00 GMT

Dear Santa

Dear Sanity Clause, This year I would like some prozac, seroxat, valium, sertaline, lithium, electroshock therapy, a shotgun, and a bike (preferably red). Yours wistfully Bipolar Babies
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 11:46:00 GMT

Circles

go round, and round, and round, and round....
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 11:42:00 GMT

Cosmic Cumdrops everybody! It's Christmas. YEAH!

Everyone's drunk. And everyone's fat. Does this please Jesus? (If you're reading this; let me know)  
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 11:35:00 GMT