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Giant Monsters Repel UFOs & Then Attack Washington (08:37)
158 hi-fi plays, 117 lofi plays, 944 downloads, 4 comments
Genre: Big Badd & Ugly
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Terry Howell said, "Once again you illustrate absolute disorder as a limit concept. This mix drawn from your universe is yet another wonderfully orchestrated accidental segment of order scribbled in a vast, infinite sea of chaos. Thanks so much for sharing your imagery. I can\'t help but be both envious and grateful. To paraphrase Robert R. Conveyou, a former mathematician at the Oak Ridge National Laboratory: \'Your generation of random song is too important to be left to chance\'. " buzzsaw said, "Ctesias writes that in India is born a creature that he terms the manticore: this has a triple row of teeth like a comb, the face and the ears of a man, grey eyes, a blood-red colour, a lion\'s body, and inflicts stings with its tail like a scorpion. The manticore has a voice that sounds like a pan-pipe mated to a trumpet, possesses a great speed and is especially keen on human flesh, making rounds into the villages and claiming great numbers. It was at length discovered that any mix by Hal McGee, first introduced into the land beyond the Indus by the brahmins, halted their depredations and left them curled up into postures of glee, helpless and immobile. Though not a manticore, I too am left in a similar state hearing these divine mixes, a chattel to them, and once more Emancipation is a dirty, filthy word." davefuglewicz said, "Damn those Martians, hah, Giant Monsters to the rescue and then kickin\' butt in WashyDeeSee. What could be more fun? Another monster of a mix!" padukem said, "Well there I was, vegetating in front of my Orwellian media box, when Wolf Blitzer came on to tell me there was something cooking in his situation room. I almost spit my mouthful of Diet Coke all over my Hanes underwear as those radioactive Reds started shining their death beams onto the rotunda. Right through my screen I seemed able to sniff the stench of those hungry big monster things as they panted their gentricidal firebreath. Bill Clinton, who was hanging with George The First at the politburo party, told a reporter that he had instructed the leaders not to inhale. Wolf’s buddy Jack Cafferty showed everybody the results of a poll which indicated that the public didn’t think much of Bill’s idea, but it turned out that the big boys’ holding their breath saved them all from the stinky dissidents. Then, after about fifteen minutes, the Reds got bored, turned off their light show, and went home. Later, on Entertainment Tonight, Mary Hart talked about the fancy threads that the leaders had worn during the event, and it got me so excited I had to take a trip down to visit George Zimmer at the Men’s Warehouse to get me something seersucker."
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