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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Without wits

Whatever happened to intelligent life? Intelligent conversation? Why is everything laced with noxious, boring vomit?



Do people know where they are going when they leave their house and get into their metal death machines?  Rather, their plastic and fiberglass death machines. 






Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Amputation

I wonder how many amputated limbs actually make it to the incinerator?

I bet there are fields full of the bones.