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Once we were able to establish a coherent dialog, this authoritarian peckerhead went on about how he gave us all infinite potential only so that we could repress every bit off it for his sake.
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| But isn't that like taking half a piss? | |
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He wanted everything clean, sterile, lifeless, boring. He said to think of his ideal world as Woodstock without all the rain and mud. I tend to think of it more as Woodstock without Jimi Hendrix.
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| So you do a half-assed job to begin with, then want us to completely misinterpret your world the same way you have? That's doubly half-assed! | |
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So what I'm asking is, who needs any of it anymore? The way I see it, the wages of sin are freedom, and "death" is just another word for nothing left to lose.
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| What's one measley act of deicide going to set me back on the karma scale anyway? | |
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