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Where the media bows to senseless trash the rest of us are still dropping it. trash i mean. stop it. it's stupid. Earth mama is kind, we've taken so much for granted and it's not even fair - she did nothing but love you and you are still dropping trash. stop it, man! Pick it up.... compost it , turn it into energy , do something worthwhile - at LEAST throw it in the bin! holy smokes! Where the media bows to trash our brains turn to stinking piles of rotting brain flesh and our imagination boils up in vast vats of vapid apathy unless... is that Marc Jacobs? **** that. Here's my market dress and market shoes here is my charity shop cashmere and wool coats here is my gifted trousers from a friend cleaning out her closet and i still look classier than the half of you - so please, if you could be so kind.. stop dropping trash. The seas are full of plastic bags, and the skies are full of the particles that used to be plastic bags, burnt, because it's cheaper to send the ******* some place else then learn that there is no cure there is PREVENTION INTERVENTION STOP PRODUCING ******** TRASH there we go... now no one will have to drop it. ok? **** Is it that hard?
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
a little piece on trash ( a small tirade on the uselessness of folk who won't use their minds)
Where the media bows to senseless trash the rest of us are still dropping it. trash i mean. stop it. it's stupid. Earth mama is kind, we've taken so much for granted and it's not even fair - she did nothing but love you and you are still dropping trash. stop it, man! Pick it up.... compost it , turn it into energy , do something worthwhile - at LEAST throw it in the bin! holy smokes! Where the media bows to trash our brains turn to stinking piles of rotting brain flesh and our imagination boils up in vast vats of vapid apathy unless... is that Marc Jacobs? **** that. Here's my market dress and market shoes here is my charity shop cashmere and wool coats here is my gifted trousers from a friend cleaning out her closet and i still look classier than the half of you - so please, if you could be so kind.. stop dropping trash. The seas are full of plastic bags, and the skies are full of the particles that used to be plastic bags, burnt, because it's cheaper to send the ******* some place else then learn that there is no cure there is PREVENTION INTERVENTION STOP PRODUCING ******** TRASH there we go... now no one will have to drop it. ok? **** Is it that hard?
-.- is it just me who is getting kinda fed up ?
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
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