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The population's being coppiced laid atop funeral pyres and those men with matchsticks for a brain are the ones who'll light the fires. If I could I would get while the getting is good touch wood that I don't become deadwood. There are some for whom the sun always shines and we are the some some of the time but most times we're not. They put pictures of houses where houses should be homelessness is not a priority and seniority counts for nothing in an 'all for myself' society. Dystopian? Dismal? that may be so but the shambles we're in is just so abysmal what do we see? no one's breaking free we are trapped in the krap and we're sinking in deeper, You should keep a diary wire me the updates rate it on trip advisor, one proviso stare at the truth 'til it blinds you.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
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The population's being coppiced laid atop funeral pyres and those men with matchsticks for a brain are the ones who'll light the fires. If I could I would get while the getting is good touch wood that I don't become deadwood. There are some for whom the sun always shines and we are the some some of the time but most times we're not. They put pictures of houses where houses should be homelessness is not a priority and seniority counts for nothing in an 'all for myself' society. Dystopian? Dismal? that may be so but the shambles we're in is just so abysmal what do we see? no one's breaking free we are trapped in the krap and we're sinking in deeper, You should keep a diary wire me the updates rate it on trip advisor, one proviso stare at the truth 'til it blinds you.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
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