Have been exaggerated.
The Machines are now firmly ensconced in some place other than Minnesota. To dispell some of the gossip that's floating out there on the blogs, here are some FACTS:
1. I have not "sold my soul" to The Man.
2. I am not fleeing the cops or the Minnesota Vikings fan club.
3. You are not a sad, dehumanized media consumer. By reading this blog, you place yourself firmly in the avant garde of internet wit.
There ya go.
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"He's a poet, he's a picker. He's a prophet, he's a pusher. He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned. He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home." --Kris Kristofferson, The Pilgrim
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I think you were chased out by vindictive Minnesotan nationalists.
There's a difference between being "chased out" and "seeking political asylum."
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