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is protection from critical thinking a safety net: if you don't tell, i won't tell it's the heart of security in a land where babies are being spray-tanned handed skin cancer and a shiny crown                                         where the people hand over their ***** for t.v. stations to gleefully shove in their overflowing purse                                         where the Bible is a buffet you pick and choose from, fearful that you'll accidentally let something blasphemous touch the rest of your plate where *** is such a taboo that teachers risk getting fired for even mentioning the word ****** and men learn everything they know about how to treat a woman from the internet and high school. two very unbiased, reliable sources brimming with respect and wisdom.                                   where it's  natural to drink milk from a hormonal, sick cow with a machine ******* at its udders until it dies but a mother nursing in public is          disgusting and all the other ladies avert their eyes so as not to catch a hint of a glimpse of another woman's                                                                                                                                                                                 ******* **** politics gangs government rapists religion its all the same game                                  i can;t think of a system that                                                               isn;t corrupt and i think the knotted, gnarly, ancient root of this dying tree is the idea that                                                           love                                                                   comes                                                                    with                                                              conditions.
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Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 11:36 PM UTC
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is protection from critical thinking a safety net: if you don't tell, i won't tell it's the heart of security in a land where babies are being spray-tanned handed skin cancer and a shiny crown                                         where the people hand over their ***** for t.v. stations to gleefully shove in their overflowing purse                                         where the Bible is a buffet you pick and choose from, fearful that you'll accidentally let something blasphemous touch the rest of your plate where *** is such a taboo that teachers risk getting fired for even mentioning the word ****** and men learn everything they know about how to treat a woman from the internet and high school. two very unbiased, reliable sources brimming with respect and wisdom.                                   where it's  natural to drink milk from a hormonal, sick cow with a machine ******* at its udders until it dies but a mother nursing in public is          disgusting and all the other ladies avert their eyes so as not to catch a hint of a glimpse of another woman's                                                                                                                                                                                 ******* **** politics gangs government rapists religion its all the same game                                  i can;t think of a system that                                                               isn;t corrupt and i think the knotted, gnarly, ancient root of this dying tree is the idea that                                                           love                                                                   comes                                                                    with                                                              conditions.
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Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 11:36 PM UTC
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