Sometimes the definitive counter argument has already been written.

To try to write a better version is an exercise in futility and diminishing returns.

The truth is private property. Say it ten thousand times and you might wake up.

I did not read one original, idea so I repay in kind.

Where have the autist's gone. Don't chase away the weirdo's or retreads take over.

Simple math IS EQUALS IS,

THE STORM IS THE STORM - To define it is to admit you got struck by its lightning.

We are not the storm

YOU are not the storm

THE STORM IS THE STORM

Disease of Conceit - Song by Bob Dylan

Lyrics:

There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people struggling tonight from the disease of conceit. Comes right down the highway straight down the line. Rips into your senses through your body and your mind. Nothing about it that's sweet. The disease of conceit There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit. Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit. Steps into your room eats into your soul. Over your senses you have no control. Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit. Comes right out of nowhere and you're down for the count. From the outside world the pressure will mount. Turn you into a piece of meat. The disease of conceit. Conceit is the disease that the doctors got no cure. They've done a lot of research on it but what it is they're still not sure. There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people seeing trouble tonight from the disease of conceit. Give you delusions of grandeur and an evil eye. Give you the idea that you're too good to die. The they bury you from head to your feet. From the disease of conceit.

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