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Nebraska

I’m sorry your football team lost, state. Maybe you should invest more time and focus on the things within your borders that make any difference at all. Like the thoughts of a young man sitting at his table watching pornography all day                                             waiting for a woman who knows what it feels like; He worries so much                                                     For a country that spends more energy getting drunk and eating bleacher food than wondering if there’s any reason to be Anything Anything Anything                                    ANYTHING at all. --You are like that man                                    wearing red, shouting at your tv and cursing;              only you are without an idea. And you'll be that way on Monday and Tuesday. You'll have a thought of where to eat on Wednesday or decide to have a baby on Thursday and forget on Friday while you're dancing. But you won't ever ask why; not even on Sunday, when you're sitting in church and thinking about Kansas City Chiefs' scores or whatever worthless bullshit you people think about. I'm cumming.
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sansara-justinovich
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sansara-justinovich
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Published
Sep 8, 2012
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A quick little write on a Saturday

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