Monday, September 13, 2010

This war

This river ride we're on? These freedom's you are currently being squeezed of? Are slated fore annexation to the military industrial complex. That aspect of a knewel whir-led odor.

An odor that can only exist to bring about ours, ceasing to exist! That trade off don't sit well because!

They are the same mother fucking murderers of all we have trusted and loved! But, they want you to stay thirsty. Never to quench your thirst or think you could own your destiny, unless they throw you a bone. And that don't look sew goo'd for you, that hath no homage.

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