For we die every day; oblivion thrives Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives, And our best yesterdays are now foul piles Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.
Jesus.No.Fuck no.What are you doing to him you assfucks?
We are helping him. We are saving him. We are showing him that this is the best of all possible worlds.
Jesus.
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Fuck no.
What are you doing to him you assfucks?
We are helping him. We are saving him. We are showing him that this is the best of all possible worlds.
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