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Oooookay... right now, let's look at the whole thing itself. This magazine of sorts, is not doing so well this issue. There hasn't been as much sent in to us, and so there's not as much from other people in it. (duh) Thusly, it leads me to believe one of two things:

1. This thing isn't very interesting.

or

2. Everyone is duller than a junk-yard windsheild.

Problem, how to alleviate this little conundrum.... Let's see, we could toot our own horns. But I'm not very good at that, and the other party involved is busier than hell..... Or.... I know... hehe.. If this were a magazine about arguing, MAN it would be popular. Page after page of flame wars. If it's one thing that I've noticed people (especially computer users online) like to do, it's argue.. About what? ANYTHING! It doesn't fucking matter. As long as they get to argue, everyone is happy. Why? I haven't the foggiest, but they sure love it. I could have one page were people call eachother names. Another where everyone tells everyone else that they're wrong. I could have a hate page and a clueless page. I could have a page were people lie through their teeth. And another where people make public, embarassing details of the other person's private lives (with hyperlinks to the lieing page). I could have a fill in the blanks page.. like "Why don't you just go jump off a _________!" and "Take a _____ and cram it up your ______." It'll be great! I can just see it now, the first publication to be over 1000 pages every month... no wait, every week.. I'll go world-wide, multi-lingual.. I'll be a multi-national gateway for profain language and senseless hatred. What a concept... and I'll charge for it. I'll be a rich fat slob... I'll buy up all the other forms of media and fill it with bickering bastards. Everyone will be so tied up in arguement that they won't have time for anything else. The world population will die in unison of a massive coronary and an overpowering aneurism brought on by the unrelenting stress of the situation.... And I'll just sit back and laugh... I'll laugh till I puke, and then I'll choke to death on the entire fried chicken that I'm trying to stuff down my gob. And there I'll be, a bloated, suffocated, ender of the human race... And the only thing left standing, will be Iggy Pop. Nothing can kill that bastard. What is he, like, eighty? He's still jumping around like he was 18. We need more like Iggy.. he's a definate lunatic.

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