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Robot whores everywhere tonight.Probably sent from the future.Why? To kill me, of course. It's the kind of shit you don't want to talk about. People will think your crazy. heh heh- yeah, crazy. Solid batshit. I wish! I wish I could blame a mental deficiency- maybe it was the Krylon XZ. No- it's a hit squad of murder sluts, hellbent on my destruction. I only have 6 more months on probation, and now this- robot's all up in my shit. Deceptacons, really. Time machine is whack. Interdimensional chemical connections getting their wires crossed and lost in the holocaust, G. Go print your zine- distribute it. Send it to Mars- but just be careful- Be careful of computa hoes from Glaxon. Fucking with my shit, now.End of transmission.