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One: it's up to you...
.. and nobody likes you
Why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back to Xanadu in Ireland
Two:
You hang around with camera crews in shellsuits
You lecture on sweets and propose salad
You are coming round to Viz comic
You also make all history and related topics thematic
Three:
You are operation mindfuck on the children of this land
Four:
You are are a slowcoach of the first water
Five
You will probably cut my income by one-third
Six:
You are working now, researching a video project
Seven:
You, in a flash of intuitive brilliance, have garnered that many people are unemployed
Eight:
You hog the bathroom and never put your hand in your pocket
Nine:
You post out sixty-page computer print-outs on the end of the earth's days and forests
Ten: 
All the above will come back to you in Purgatory and confirm you as a damn pest
Me: dictum
He focusses his clever-dick mentality on himself
a: He looks at July roses yet does not have the mentality to cut them himself
b: He was stuck like a little pig on castle lawns and said, "look at what's happened to my leg"
c: He has thoughts, crack, Blake-like, like, while they sleep I'll plot to shaft the bastards in their cot, [ ]
and
c: Bit by bit...