I look down the pathologic weigh you sheeple are directed.
In retrospect, I look over to myself in the completely corrupted parallel where it's blasphemy to question.
Because everything is soooo goo'd.
Then I open these words to your contemplations.
Choose your destiny wisely, from hear.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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