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Beneath Heaven |
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aran Junior Member
since 2003-05-18
Posts 34 |
Beneath Heaven Beneath heaven there is a human race Racing all around the track: back to the beginning forward to the end and record it all so you can fast forward, dniwer, and proceed with all the caution, barelling through everything because you are in a big rush to ruin the future. Drop a spoon on the floor and then commit mass genocide. Drop a pill in your mouth for instant suicide. Drop the bomb on a friend; drop an atom bomb on an enemy (or the first person to sneeze wrong). Half naked ankle bracelet intelligence oozing from every mid-rif. Ice cream for the children; spoil them like the old milk in the refridgerator, because you didn't get what you wanted. When your kids have ruined the world will you be happy? You'll be dead. That and the voices in your head make you crazy. Sue McDonalds: they made you lazy. Obese, obdurate exuberance wearing a tank-top: more jiggle than a jello-o boat less brain than a dinosaur and, most importantly, popular as Robert Kennedy. Yeah, progress. We're making plenty; Progression to where? There's a question for Bill O'reilly. |
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