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a quiet day ..............all around the town squares are deserted (no tea baggers...spewing hate) no young lovers watching the sickened people pass by we are well under control now quite docile obedient we chase the dead dreams we are told to chase a twitter with celebrity worship (and thus, self hate) faceless amused with nameless friends and transitory "family" strangely we seem to like it like this no resposibility sitting around and getting morbidly obese hardly human beings don't you think?
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Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
under the wizard's spell
a quiet day ..............all around the town squares are deserted (no tea baggers...spewing hate) no young lovers watching the sickened people pass by we are well under control now quite docile obedient we chase the dead dreams we are told to chase a twitter with celebrity worship (and thus, self hate) faceless amused with nameless friends and transitory "family" strangely we seem to like it like this no resposibility sitting around and getting morbidly obese hardly human beings don't you think?
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Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
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