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Vol. 2: THE RUBBER BLOG Look, we don't like it any more than you do, but times are tough. The written word has got to burn the midday oil until the recorded sound gets off it's ever-expanding fanny and helps put some nonsense on the table for this family! Hey, I love idle threats as much as the next guy but I'll believe in an audio annex when I see it.

Vol. 1: THE RUBBER BIN Welcome to the humble beginnings of the Rubber Bomb! 'Twas launched at the stroke of midnight of the year double doughnut. Here, text roams unchecked. Just as it did at the turn of the century. So maestro, once more... from the bottom! Summer Reading Guide for Summer (Issue 3) Why not get a preview of the finest literature available? I'll tell you why not... you're already HERE.

The Späten Song (Issue 2) The short and sordid story behind the history of the discovery and subsequent adoption of our very own international anthem.

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