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| In a world of patterned uselessness I find myself devoured. Those that would force me to stop living for eight hours of the day have taken it upon themselves to find and destroy the one thing I let them: My interest. I hate it. The world is just one big dollar sign and unless you got it all, my father calls you a nobody. "We're the nobodies..." The old seems to affect the new just as much as the change that creates it. Forcibly free. What luck. "Fascism you can vote for". I watch as we filter out of the corporate offices like cash from an ATM and I shake my head in shame. How can someone give themselves up so blatantly and without question? Oh to be Christian...donate your soul to the offering plate. And watch as, like the pagans they condemn, they burn them at the stake. CoMa |
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