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beauty products

god **** the machines that press

the makeup cakes

we should take the machines

that press chemicals into pills

and turn them into

masturbators

 

**** you and your ******** degree

your sense of art

your working thinking knowing of anything at all

its the same as the pill pressing machine

your ego

your sense of yourself

sense of accomplishment

twisted view of the world

no matter who you are

no matter where you come from

working to live and living to die

 

why shouldnt we be ****** ?

murderers?

theives

politicians

fathers

gods

eternal children maybe

just think about your death

you will die

but its ok

we all have to

after all

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Oct 12, 2015
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