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I don't know what it says about the day to come when you spend the drive in to work listening to Revolution #9. I don't know what damage it might have done. I don't know what time bombs have now been laid.

The worse thing about it is that I feel like I was completely assaulted by the song, especially having listened to it in that semi-conscious, barely-past-dreaming, morning-state that happens at 6 am. The doors were open and the filters were down. They were getting Jer without defenses.

So just what have those boys done to my hard-coded programming??