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Name: Sam
Country: United Arab Emirates
Metro: Abu Zabi
Birthday: 10/11/1977
Gender: Male
Interests: killin'. killin...uh...fatties.
Expertise: killin fatties.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/14/2004
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| All of the people can be part
right all of the time, and some of the people can be all right part of
the time, but all of the people can't be all right all of the time. I
think Abraham Lincoln said that. I'll let you be in my dream, if I can
be in yours. I said that.
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| He went down to oxford town. Guns and clubs followed him down. All
because his face was brown. Better get away from oxford town. Oxford
town around the bend. He come in to the door, he couldn't get in. All
because of the color of his skin. What do you think about that, my
frien'? Me and my gal, my gal's son. We got met with a tear gas bomb. I
don't even know why we come. Goin' back where we come from. Oxford town
in the afternoon. Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune. Two men died
'neath the mississippi moon. Somebody better investigate soon.
-- Bobby D.
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| The whole key to liberation is counter-conditioning. Anarchism remains tied to politics, and remains a form of death like all
other politics, until it breaks free from the defined "reality" of
capitalist society and creates it's own reality. A pig for President.
Acid in the water supply. Fucking in the streets. Making the totally
impossible become the eternally possivle. Reality is thermoplastic, no
thermosetting, you know: I mean you can reprogram it much more than
people realize. The hex hoax-original sin, logical positivism, those
restriction and constriction myths-all that's based on a thermosetting
reality. It's true. The land belongs to the landlords right now because
of conditioning. People worship the deeds in the government offices,
and they won't dare move onto a square of ground if one of the deeds
says somebody else owns it. It's a head-trip, a kind of magic, and you
have to throw off the manacles of conditioning the teachers have
already restrained you in to reverse it's effects.
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| Dig; If there were no death, there would be no sex. If there were no
sex, there would be no death. And without sex, there would be no
evolution toward intelligence, no human race. Therefore death is
necessary. Death is the price of the orgasm. Fuck you.
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