reality sans the hippy dippy

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stand up and you will be shot down

stand up and a giant demon will grin at the audacity and mortally blacklist you from any construct of the world of private property

stand up and the monster will make the rest of your life free of freedom from oppression; will attack your friends and family with the threat of rape and murder for the rest of their days.

essentially, the only point of productiveness comes when there is nothing left to lose. Even all the shopping cart people have too much shit. The drug dealers and the cops come from the same retardation- the world is fucked so I'll do what I have to to get by... the cops believe the meaning of life too far so they content themselves with the little lies of those who maintain 'order'... the drug dealers pretend they are helping people see God while they profit off the addiction of the naive... the whole while both are controlled by a delusion that they are allowed to be mean in the furthering of their jobs....

so the question is- "What assets do we hold back in the hopes that we'll get a life apart from the monster?"

nothing to lose. nothing to lose. nothing to lose.

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