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My testament to free speech (Pimple) by Glasseyez

The world is numb to deep thought, its like a shallow sea Of shit and lies, what is the point in life in front of a television? Going out and getting laid, night by night Fun, parties, looking symmetrical. Then praying to God on Sundays for salvation. From what? herpes blisters and some burnt retinas. We go to church and pray then look for a meaning to life. But wouldn’t it be surreal to find that your only purpose on this planet is to sit in a building and talk to an invisable being without form? Maybe feed a child or two in a far away land. Only to have him or her blow themselves up, killing your wife or brother. Humanity is brilliant!

Dovina 26-Jan-06/1:55 PM
You've given in to a popularized box called life. There's more out there than you say.




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