Sunday, August 28, 2016

Fuck It, I'm Out

Waiting impatiently for someone else's patience to give is a poor version of the staring contest. It leaves each and every individual bereft of sympathy for the suffering, silent majority.

The world only burns if you're the ones who lit a match. Let us give thanks for prosperity in solemn acceptance.

There is no opiate that religion can mimic (mind the definition as verb) as effectively as your silence.

Peace is only war by other means, when you take too much from those who have so little.

Do not throw out the bath water or the baby.

I am sorry if being honest is too good for your melancholy. Mind the last four letters, jackass.

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