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the tassles from the corner of your journal complete a round of chess on my chest. I've waited water. the fold out map of surrounding eras confirms my suspicion that all doomsday prophecies are false. all **** day prophecies, not so much. the tragedy resides in this: that it doesn't have to be **** we just refuse to clean up after ourselves and start from square one. adults tell children not to fight. adults tell children to share. adults tell children to look after one another. society is an orphan with no orphanage. you can't blame it for not knowing any better. however, society was pregnant in the 1960's. we gave it an abortion. society may be pregnant once again. it's up to us if we're ready for the responsibility of children.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
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the tassles from the corner of your journal complete a round of chess on my chest. I've waited water. the fold out map of surrounding eras confirms my suspicion that all doomsday prophecies are false. all **** day prophecies, not so much. the tragedy resides in this: that it doesn't have to be **** we just refuse to clean up after ourselves and start from square one. adults tell children not to fight. adults tell children to share. adults tell children to look after one another. society is an orphan with no orphanage. you can't blame it for not knowing any better. however, society was pregnant in the 1960's. we gave it an abortion. society may be pregnant once again. it's up to us if we're ready for the responsibility of children.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
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