You might as well be a slaveowner based on your current status as a western consumer.
You are to blame for the failure of representative democracy.
Thank God for prayer. God? Hello? God? Try later.
You are an unwelcome guest at this feast. Take what you can and leave.
Life is like a good wine. Ferment those grapes and you will be rewarded with an astonishing hangover.
Your job will take you to uncharted places. You will discover soon enough why they remained uncharted for so long.
It is certainly a worry that the sky appears green to you.
Life is not a rehearsal for something better. Your life, however, is being streamed for the entertainment of faceless creaturse in another dimension.
The feeling that sinks deep to the very darkest part of your belly is guilt. You had better remember what happened last night quickly or that man in the trenchcoat is going to carry out his threat.
Boo.
You are on a merry-go-round made of ice spnning maniacally in the noon-day sun.
You did not expect to be coughing up furballs. This is because you have not been doing your research. You are a cat.
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