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When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
Umbrellas looming over me I can't feel the rain...trapped under the canopy my conciousness hits the ceiling that blocks out the sun...snippy flowers, their beauty is an illusion and is their aggression. I can only dream of being on the other side...
Last edited by Me on Fri Nov 23, 2007 3:41 pm, edited 1 time in total.
When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
Last edited by Me on Fri Nov 23, 2007 3:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.
When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
Toiling lawnmowers humming as they work waisting air sculpting nature into an artificial turf. Autumn collected like shedding hair leaving the soil thirsty for chemical leaves. Driveways are filled with engorged vans part of the circuit of houses. We file in lines worse than an army of ants and bow our heads to global domination.
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When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men & women stand as a vanguard against abuse.
Hey I was cyber-tripping 
