If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.
There lived a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn__ have hair either, so he was called a redhead arbitrarily. He couldn__ talk because he had no mouth. He had no nose either. He didn__ even have arms or legs. He had no stomach, he had no back, he had no spine, and he had no innards at all. He didn__ have anything. So we don__ even know who we__e talking about. It__ better that we don__ talk about him any more.
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There lived a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn__ have hair either, so he was called a redhead arbitrarily. He couldn__ talk because he had no mouth. He had no nose either. He didn__ even have arms or legs. He had no stomach, he had no back, he had no spine, and he had no innards at all. He didn__ have anything. So we don__ even know who we__e talking about. It__ better that we don__ talk about him any more.
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