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All right, perhaps I haven't fallen off the face of the planet after all. No, you would've heard about it, if I had. The headline would've probably read something like 'Aging Punk Lydon Falls off Earth', or 'Sex Pistol Singer Dissapears, Ends Of Earth To Be Searched'. Well, I doubt they'd search the ends of the earth for me. They'd probably wipe their filthy hands and say 'good riddance', cunts. Yeah, newspapers always have been a joke, haven't they? Telling you what you should and shouldn't think and what you should be thinking about. It's like they teach all those reporter cunts how to be complete pompous jackasses in school or something, like it's a course you can take. 'Oh, I think I'll take "Being a pompous jackass 200", along with my journalism and writing classes.' They have to be getting this shit from somewhere... But then again, the media has never been a good friend of mine. What they say is true though, there is no such thing as bad press. I speak from experience, I mean, look at what it did for me.
That's all, Father Rotten's words of wisdom, now get lost!
That's all, Father Rotten's words of wisdom, now get lost!