We’re all imbued with HPD, make the best of it. After all, even as history and hysterical march onward together hand in hand, like lemmings to the sea, leaving even the most temporarily celebrated of us long dead, cremated, flown, blown and dispersed, like common stars, there are more of them than grains of sand on all the beaches in our world, you know? If stars can be so commonplace then certainly, we, as lonely billions can stand out and up while we can, in gods flighty hand, we will be replaced, By the ticking sands of time, only momentarily remembered by others dreams and awakening crimes. There’s not a nation in the world in which you can loudly criticize the government, including this one, my country tis of thee, America is my country, my stamps prove it. I get the proofs before i open my eyes, Imagine it, i am stamped, "grade a prime us merican citizen material (provided i pass the gender, race, class, and immigration tests with high marks). SATISFACTORY!...
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