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Dec 2017
Loose leaf paper to hold my anger, more dead trees to harbor my insanity.. these are necessary accessories in this fodder we call life, so transparent and so lifeless, yet called so anyhow... who are we as a collective? What do we value? Peace and security. We want everything and nothing to change, all at once. We cannot maintain as we try to contain our emotions through each day to suffocate the masses into submission, to get them to believe who we think we are.. when there’s only one difference.. it is not color or race, or financial grace, or religion or intention, or a suicidal pace, it is all about how we accept those that are seemingly different, in each of us is a demon who tells us lies about the other guys, and I’m tired of the reasoning so Illuminati just please **** me or leave me alone this is all on my own from what I have seen and felt it’s obscene, and I want to believe...
Randy Lee
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Randy Lee  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   Lior Gavra
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