there are no more people like eugene debs to implore us to wake up, to beg us to care, chased away by the reality that corporate sponsorship is what really matters... not food, not love, not even guns matter if there is not an insignia of the greater corporate good the greater scoundrel greed upon it. and what harrison bergeron will rise what prophet will come to us from light itself to save us, only to be shot down again and again. sure it's only life, right, but its not, these are the proving grounds of good and evil the nighmare landscape of armageddons fought daily for nothing but pride and money, green green blood flowing the veins of old old men selling candy bars and radios, hats, shoes, cars, but whatever, if god were here, i bet he'd be a CEO.Birth sign: Cancer
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