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there it is............


my dude they don't care if you an individualist realist pessimist an asshole a dickhead or a snake they will try to exploit you absorb you digest you confine you disconnect you disregard you isolate you or even nowadays kill you and you will vanish into your own fear and rage into your own insanity into your own poverty into your own hardships into a word a catch phrase a slogan a advertisement a cartoon and then ashes ruling class will tell you this there is no ruling class as they organize their so call liberal supporters into white supremacist lynch mobs organize their own kids into kkk gang organize their police into killer and corrupted cops organize propaganda into a device to ossify us with angel dust pre-occupy us with symbols whether it's african or latino hair style inoculate us with hate ridicule us with satisfaction institutionalize us with ignorance hypnotize us with a monotonous sound designed to make us evade reality and stomp our lives away and yet, we are programmed to self-destruct ourselves to fragment to get buried under covert intelligence operations of unintelligent committees impulsed towards death and there it is......... the enemies polish their penises between oil wells at the pentagon the bulldozers leaping into demolition celebrations old folks dying of starvation the informers wearing out shoes looking for crumbs the lifeblood of the earth almost dead in the greedy mouth of imperialism and my dude they don't care if you're an individualist a realist a pessimist an asshole a dickhead or a snake they will spray you with a virus of legionaire's disease fill your nostrils with the swine flu of their arrogance stuff your body with toxic shock syndrome try to pump up all the resources available in this world into their veins and fly off into the wild blue yonder to pollute another planet if we don't fight its going to be along night if we don't resist problems will continue to persist if we don't recognize and unify to get the power to control our own lives then we will wear the exaggerated look of captivity the stylized look of submission the insane look of suicide the dehumanized look of fear shedding lots of tears and the decomposed look of repression will be more compelling than the great depression and there it is..........
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i already did there all amazing! i cried on the cryin for help, reminds me of my brother my mom and i.
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