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Distinguished disguised dancers masquerading man-made makeshift moral-plays complete compelling communicated classical conversations penetrating pontificated, pompous perceived perceptions incisive impregnating indecisive ideologies. nomads, no longer nomads humanity, hardly humanity children, no longer children innocence, hardly innocence agitated ardent adversaries arguing open-ended opposing opinions overtly disregarding discussed details on.. display meager moronic monologues misused mindlessly as.. politically-powered perverse points of 'principle' vigorously virtual virtues vehemently vested in stolen sordid 'salient' solutions set to 'save' To save what? A system born to fail? A culture devoid of culture? A materialistic, sophomoric generation of deadbeats and mindless sheep? A corporate ********** of sound bites and advertisements? A persistently forced state of wage slavery? A game of he said, she said, I'm right and you're wrong? A seemingly endless spiral of despair and dissatisfaction? A time and place living in fear of the next epidemic or incoming atomic bomb? Where's the sense in that? I mean seriously. Why can't we all just get along?
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
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Distinguished disguised dancers masquerading man-made makeshift moral-plays complete compelling communicated classical conversations penetrating pontificated, pompous perceived perceptions incisive impregnating indecisive ideologies. nomads, no longer nomads humanity, hardly humanity children, no longer children innocence, hardly innocence agitated ardent adversaries arguing open-ended opposing opinions overtly disregarding discussed details on.. display meager moronic monologues misused mindlessly as.. politically-powered perverse points of 'principle' vigorously virtual virtues vehemently vested in stolen sordid 'salient' solutions set to 'save' To save what? A system born to fail? A culture devoid of culture? A materialistic, sophomoric generation of deadbeats and mindless sheep? A corporate ********** of sound bites and advertisements? A persistently forced state of wage slavery? A game of he said, she said, I'm right and you're wrong? A seemingly endless spiral of despair and dissatisfaction? A time and place living in fear of the next epidemic or incoming atomic bomb? Where's the sense in that? I mean seriously. Why can't we all just get along?
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
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