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drive suspicion to a letter unwritten, show up an hour late for those unbelievable mountains of grains that are eaten in late summer by those damn people of a god that doesn't exist. or rather control an uncontrolable society that runs amuck on streets of gold. those who think they know only know that they will only be a truely unrefined culture of uncreative creatons that belief they are oppressed but are accually more free than their own minds. these ones stress until their hair turns white but cannot uphold their own "truths of selfevidence." they cry out for freedom yet refuse to free another yellow donkey or bright orange puma with blood red paws that never change. |