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Pray tell, what is all the never ending fuss about Mr Manson? I've often had cause to look up from the keyboard of my harpsichord when I've been right in the middle of some particularly sublime piece by Couperin, at the screen of my lap-top ( yes quite a weird juxtaposition of technologies I know) to see yet another anti-Marilyn Manson tirade. He seems to me a most inofensive old crooner so let's say we leave him alone and tackle more malignant hell-spawn like Beeeb-hhhaaa, beee-eeb-ah. Oh, it's no good, I can't even bring myself to say his name.
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