I will know the average height of human beings by examining the paint rubbed off the bathroom door. Do they really wish to please those who only care about how well they've prepared their ego in that mirror? Let the dead lamb's tail quake at six. In the afternoon, I'll wake to polish my wingtips. The process of social being should be that prohibition in me to evolve any further. I choose chaos unlike war to bring forth peace. Your manifest destiny, Mr. Man; a choice phrase in shading genocide. Another Mr. Hitler will always be the ruler of your county people. Wave your banners and salute. My home is this earth. My house: this skull and rib cage. I take long walks to invest my mind in happiness, while the good sirs whistle nationalism through their ass holes sacrificing well deserved haloed shit to their fine porcelain Gods. I see Mr. Man stands naked within the ultimate symbol of freedom. He wipes his ass clean bringing tears to his eyes. What are you fighting for camera person? The glory days? A fine traditional dinner with the offspring? Then fucking hide your bald spots under fine plastic hats strong men! Hide your vaginas behind an apron dear wives, may you always be our nation's sweet whore. It's break time, so take your pills. Repress your fears in mother's little helper. Forget your mind in the library back home (along side the other piles of dust).Birth sign: Sagittarius
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