This time maybe I’ll be bulletproof

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All culture is standardized, organized and administered for the sole purpose of serving as an instrument of social control

Armed with the kisses and money in their hands

Will drop from the panel above you, please extinguish all cigarettes when wearing the oxygen mask…

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial

Beauty and truth?

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Your silence is killing me softly