Thursday, February 17, 2011

It will rip you apart.

Don't worry.  It won't last.  But I don't have to tell you that.  It's been clear from the beginning you only did it to squirt lime in eyes and piss on it because it doesn't matter anyhow.  Slaves will rip holes in your clothes.  Then who'll know what's what?  And wher've you been that you think you've got the right to hold your hand out like that - palm down, so the earth can kiss your wrist while you trapse through the racks.  It's only money.  And you'll see.

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