| Subject: a second master |
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a man
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Date Posted: 12:30:49 02/07/02 Thu
a house built on lies leaves only open wounds and rotting flesh, flesh eating viruses and a vast array of unsightly odors, the "choice" they say, is ours, how we construct and manufacture and assemble our skyscrapers towards heaven, like a reoccuring tower of babel theme, like that bad song you cant get out of your head, like the smell of manuer, a memory that now resides like a stain inside my mind, a memory that now permeates and penetrates me like a rare form of terminal cancer. try as i might and i might try, i cant seem to rid myself of this infection, maybe some raid, maybe some rat poison, maybe fumigation is the answer to this soul stealing parasite. hatred is to beautiful of a word and i wont use it out of context, just look at this modern marvvel of technology and science, can you appreciate its stunning personality? 1 machine to complete all of your household chores, not an option, a must have, keep up with the jones' keep up with the johnsons and the smiths, keep up, up keep, up chuck, i vomit this world out.
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