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This is a song for Phil
Guardian Newspaper journal-oust.
I never ever mentioned your name,
or the review you wrote, when I was new to this game.

But now the has come,
I think I've dealt with my at last.
I wanna forgive ya Phil,
yeah I wanna put the past in the

Oh and as this is such a big tour, I I outta take the opportunity.
there's a pretty good chance somebody out there will know you,
Maybe they will pass on a for me.

Just wanna say, Daoust, occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust,
That it's been three years since you wrote it, and is very healing.
But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of stupid face and make your children watch while I force you to eat them.
Yeah I make your children watch you eat your own face-meat.

Dang Ding Dang Dong,
This is my Doust Song,
sing along,
La la la la la la la,
I one of your family' members dies.
Phil, Dang Dong.
I've written you this song,
to you get the attention -
you obviously, lack.

And I know that a smart man,
and such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard-
To resist throwing narcissistic, tantrums in the supermarket aisles of your self-regard.

Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I it must be really hard to be a journal-oust.
What with deadlines always looming, and the to be entertaining.
So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt.

Ding Ding Dang Dong,
is my Phil Doust Song,
Everybody along,
Tra la la la la la la,
I something you love catches on fire.
Phil, Dang Dong.
I've written you special song,
to show how far I've come -
in my efforts to be more mature in the face of feedback.

You poo-face.