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In 1987, or thereabouts, I briefly got it into my head to seek to convince the others in my rag-tag crew of suburban mall Goths that what we really needed to do was to produce a manifesto. I wanted to change the world, somehow, and the only people I could think of as possible recruits to my cause were the other members of my own motley crue of neo-Romantics.
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