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[Nov. 15th, 2016|01:41 am] |
i make the sounds you can't understand-
this is my critique!
this is my subversion!
this is my revolution!
i make the sounds that you can't
understand. My fingers, my voice
slide into every orifice.
You (I) own these words.
This is friendship.
That's what friends are for-
I AM NIEZTCHE!
1886 was a very good year- and
you know this to be true.
Thus spake me. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2016|01:46 am] |
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Ja gribi uzskatīt sevi par labu cilvēku, piedalies akcijā pret legālajām narkotikām! Tā bija ironija. |
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