Poverty is the worst form of Cancer... look at the streets of Los Angeles and every city that attracts suicidal moths to its enticing flame, we are an outpost of America here at the face of Europe, one day before 2100 we will need to be adopted...
as we will be a barren empty nation of defeated investors... it will be an island nation of empty Car Parks... Empty shelves and a Culture of vagrant Ruffians stealing raping and taking the little bag of hope you had left...
we are all Rape victims in many ways... from top to bottom we are manipulated by forces beyond our ken... only artistic suicide is the start of the path within... Life is so painful and confusing... it is better to gravitate toward fate than resist its compulsive deception of fake truth...
there is no Truth, just Death, and destruction, that is the price of infinite TIME...
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