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STUFF


Items, gadgets, substances, objects, clothes, gear, supplies, equipment, MACHINERY... Just a preview of a recipe that is imperminent to our blissfulness. Shoes, iPads, jewelry, plastic bottles, popularity, $money$, greed, superiority, power are all the makings of a nightmare. Some of these ingredients can kill you, harm you, transform you into a selfish stuck up human being, or brain wash you by distracting you from things that really do matter. Why distract yourself? Why allow to be controlled? WHY? Be your own person, speak up, always question everything You cannot always rely on others to tell you what is the truth You have to find results yourself.
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