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Anarchist

The strongest man is just immature.

More versatile than the

much real work, we operate machines, so whatever really. But the chillest part is,

too few women in their crop-tops, their bandeau's, their strips of cloth- are

death-defyingly wild. And

far more cutting than a bullet can ever be.

We never press the surface;

you have a beautiful aroma as wood in a forest.

Help. I know I'm stronger than that.

We are all entertainers and audience members

I am an anarchist

One, please, do it with me…

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