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I will tell you the truth, adjust and fine tune till your view matches the matchstick reality I made for you. I will cut and clip, snip and rip all of the fanciful fairy wing bits that I want you to forget. I will mold and distort, stretch and contort till your red clay mind conforms to the norms that I formed. But if you dare despair act scared and air your understanding to try and repair everyone’s perceptions of our shared reality, I will find you, and take your rationality, ostracize, or exclude till you die or submit to the prechewed military issued world order I eschew.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Orwellian Authority
I will tell you the truth, adjust and fine tune till your view matches the matchstick reality I made for you. I will cut and clip, snip and rip all of the fanciful fairy wing bits that I want you to forget. I will mold and distort, stretch and contort till your red clay mind conforms to the norms that I formed. But if you dare despair act scared and air your understanding to try and repair everyone’s perceptions of our shared reality, I will find you, and take your rationality, ostracize, or exclude till you die or submit to the prechewed military issued world order I eschew.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
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