Brave New World was sick. I wanna try Soma.
Brave New World was sick. I wanna try Soma.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
I just hope one of these dystopian scenarios comes to pass in my lifetime so i can play hero and kill the government. Fighting against a swirling morass of demi-converts and part-time conformists is confusing and demoralizing; I want someone to shoot at.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
mhmOriginally Posted by Gilly
maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicist
maybe tommorow's statues are insecure without their foes
go ask the frog what the scorpion knows
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