what hope is there for fresh air... Climate summit amounts to Nuffink... it is like money; a promise that is infinitely on loan, so is all our culture and hard work we did making civilization a masterpiece of construction... only to be torn apart by wicked people, for no particular reason, just because they can...
as soon as you grow up you begin to realize you are sick of being alive... Who are the real Zombies, those who want more than they ever deserved, in the Mayhem of society's collapse and self-destruction, that is quietly imminent for all of the western cultures, don't duck and cover, dig a big hole and live in it... all life is terminal, work it out for yourself...
The old American dream becomes the delineation point to universal anonymity, the nightmare is nobody is anybody anymore... we will all be thieves to live another pointless empty day... where nothing will ever be achieved for one or all: all for nothing and no-one... but some break the chains
the surviving mutants are genetically damaged but still know how to have fun despite having only one finger 3 assholes and size 15 feet, they now transfer Sperm mouth to mouth, as their genitals have become warts without erectile tissue, and sex becomes very painful that is why only the best people are born, as the sacrifice it is the sincerest way to give good love...
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