I picture Lord Larehip as one of those sensationalist fanatics with a minivan covered in conspiracy theory related stickers. On weekends he hangs out in busy parts of town with a megaphone, picket sign, and a vest covered in pins similar to the stickers on his car. He also has pamphlets. Lots and lots of pamphlets. No one ever really pays much attention...
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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