Take up black tar herion
Take up black tar herion
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Objectify women with your bro-dudes.
Vitiate Man.
History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies, the same defeats
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um join the comunist revolotioun?perhaps go to the beach or something
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