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“We started to laugh. The laughter started outside of us, I’m sure of it, I would really like to say that’s true. It was silvery and clean. It was polite and spiteful. “Please,” Autumn said aloud. It was the laugh of people in shade looking at people in the baking sun. Our laughter grew outward and we started, of all things, to applaud.”

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Idle Grounds

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“TIME OUT Every single time shit happens in history everyone runs for cover to a church or an underground bunker fearing death and retaliation slavery or retribution for being alive or human because human beings keep fucking up our own atmosphere with hate never realizing that this pathetic behavior isn't human at all but primitive bullshit without real reason or soul never learning that greed and money is what every single time has brought us here to this very same place. A bunch of whiny, immature children screaming " Mine! Mine!" in a desperate need for a permanent time out in a prison cell who needs to learn that this shit isn't going to be accepted or tolerated anymore. Ever. The problem is is that you let them get away with it all and followed them blindly and stood by them, did nothing as they took all your rights and are now using your own money to amass more money, more weapons and more toys that they know will keep you from putting them where they belong in a prison cell or jail and in some most recent cases even an insane asylum. So if this petty, child like behavior is never resolved from day one it's pretty obvious that in every century or country on this planet you're going to get an asshole or two who thinks he or even she is above or better than other human beings and acts out like a pathetic whiny little bitch who thinks they're entitled and doesn't play well with others . So let's all act like intelligent, mature adults and put them in permanent corners so they where they can't hurt anyone and do anymore significant damage. They're not messiahs or wise men. They're immature children masquerading as competent adults who are the furthest thing from one.”

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