This is not a new year

Alright 2010. The year we make contact. Start of the 'tweens. No looking back. Not even to grab the fedora from under the rapidly closing vertical door. The boulder is coming. What to do?

Onward! Lydon and the boys didn't have too much time for nostalgia either, even if early PIL sounded a lot like the Sex Pistols, but with a better bass player. I'm not suggesting that this should be the year of sneering cynicism. But sneering is OK, as long as it garnishes constructive acts. Like the man said, you have to incorporate if you want ownership over yourself. I sorta prefer discorporating, but that's just me.

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