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When you want to wear a funky dress, a Nobot will tell you your complexion is all wrong for it. When you want to hold a poetry reading, a Nobot will tell you that poets are obnoxious and that poetry is a convoluted masturbatory artform. When you want to dance, a Nobot will grab your hips, look you sternly in the eyes, and say "no."

This is why Dan Miller and I formed Fuck Ye, Yonder Nobots. It is our prime directive to disrupt their prime directive.

We are currently preparing our latest effort at rewiring the Nobots wicked programming. Below, enjoy our past efforts from 2009-2012.


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