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you know how you become intelligent? by playing the idiot; lies walk on short legs, sooner or later, once enough lies have been told, people "mysteriously" shut up, and turn into "claustrophobics" in their own little lives; nothing quite like the szalinski affair; ah yes, the simple lives,         those "complicated" lives,                        the unlived lives; as long as another batch comes back into the grand theatre you'll get nothing but applause!       point being - some people enter and leave quasi-copies of themselves, they have children, and leave behind a genetic history,   a history that's so mundane it ought to scold an atheistic tongue - some people mark their presence with what is best described as:   that summa populus -   and people are afraid of that...                 those who want the 3.2 chills of diaper changing, dog and life insurance... and then there are those...    who leave a shadow,      that arches over a polygamous americana of 32 brats from 5 women and 1 man.
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
the szalinski affair
you know how you become intelligent? by playing the idiot; lies walk on short legs, sooner or later, once enough lies have been told, people "mysteriously" shut up, and turn into "claustrophobics" in their own little lives; nothing quite like the szalinski affair; ah yes, the simple lives,         those "complicated" lives,                        the unlived lives; as long as another batch comes back into the grand theatre you'll get nothing but applause!       point being - some people enter and leave quasi-copies of themselves, they have children, and leave behind a genetic history,   a history that's so mundane it ought to scold an atheistic tongue - some people mark their presence with what is best described as:   that summa populus -   and people are afraid of that...                 those who want the 3.2 chills of diaper changing, dog and life insurance... and then there are those...    who leave a shadow,      that arches over a polygamous americana of 32 brats from 5 women and 1 man.
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
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