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Society is a mortician. It will try to make your life a coffin. Then it will try to make you fit. If you don't, it will gladly cut off, your arms, legs and brain so that you do. Do not allow it. Be your full self. Stretch your limbs; use your brain. When the time comes, lie down and stretch out on the rich earth whole. Laugh at the mortician. Die like a warrior, the same as you lived. ~mce
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Not Fitting In
Society is a mortician. It will try to make your life a coffin. Then it will try to make you fit. If you don't, it will gladly cut off, your arms, legs and brain so that you do. Do not allow it. Be your full self. Stretch your limbs; use your brain. When the time comes, lie down and stretch out on the rich earth whole. Laugh at the mortician. Die like a warrior, the same as you lived. ~mce
Crazy Horse: (great American) "It is a good day to die."
mike-essig
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
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