i have some things to get off my chest
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They, the accumulation of this, this, this, this and this, in my dock to blog about, are all in a row, but I don't want to think about any of them.
So many so long-winded on so much and it has no effect on the insane people trying to drive us off a cliff. It's as though this world is a science fiction novel and their implants have been switched on. Nothing will get through to them, awake them from their endroidified state, a real life zombie apocalypse, and so it only makes me tired.
pipe up any time....
love,
nines
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hatfields and mccoys
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indecency
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they can't control grownups