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Post by twistedangel on Oct 7, 2013 12:53:54 GMT -5
look at you just a pathetic exister one of a billion rat race greys the treadmill marks out your days lap up your tabloid lies pretend your happy in your suburban hives all the f*cking same boring,drab an inane 2 for 1 existance sellings souls for a pittance house,car,marriage,kids,phone,2nd home identical worker drone i wanna scream an shout i hate everything your about but i sit an scowl an yearn i want your world to BURN
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Oct 7, 2013 20:04:33 GMT -5
Bravo!
L5 – You should change “lies” to “lives.” The word tabloid covers lies well enough and lives rhymes with hives. I love these lines but you should switch them, it goes better with the previous line if switched; "all the f*cking same boring,drab an inane"
Love the ending.
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Post by windfog on Oct 13, 2013 7:40:49 GMT -5
Lady! Mr Kropotkin, a father of Anarchism, wrote little (much) different words about anarchism. This piece should be dedicated to maniac that wears anarchist's gown ... In other dimensions it's a very god and powerful work! Yours, W.
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Post by Veritas on Oct 19, 2013 20:41:49 GMT -5
This sounds more like the rant of angry child than intellectual anarchist.
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