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Dec 2010
Everybody has their own taste of freedom.
Mine is really simple like a comfy couch in a clean white room.
I move my body as i breathe the air and that is the essence of my life.
To live and feel alive.

There is no such thing as high art politic.
I pick my own fruits of value and mix them together in a glass of elaboration.
Having rotten fruits is the worst conflict.
Originality sums it all up and is the very most important foundation.

Once my fruit cocktail is done i give it a taste very slowly.
Each of the fruits has its own unique taste surely.
Your tongue and heart have got the freedom to judge and to comprehend.
No time for you to pretend.

So raise your own glasses high in the air
As everyday people have one thing in common to share.
And feel the pride of your humanity.
In the name of pure equality.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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