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it’s not that i’m some detached lab animal just conditioned to ignore violence, but my first instinct is "maybe it’s not too late to dab club soda on the bloodstain."
i'm monique. i do not argue your opinion so don't argue mine. "post modernism" is a load of wank. pseudo-intellect doesn't get you anywhere, and i'd know. i absolutely cannot stand pro life fucks, and five year old girls with delicate gold crosses on delicate 18-carat gold chains scare me more than anything. abortions are not wrong and should not be conceived as being wrong, they send babies to god faster. a human has evolved enough to no longer need fairy tales. i am not and never will be part of any religion, i see organized religion as taking a highway to get where you're going and i'm quite sure i can make it on my own with help from actual real, non make-believe people. i do not drink. i do not drink. i do not drink. don't offer me a drink. i won't drink it. makes me no better or worse of a person, just respect my choice because i respect yours, yeah? but by all means, hand me over that..nvm. i find it quite pathetic, that some over the age of 18 still identify themselves within a certain "SUBCULTURE"[omgwankkk]. it's sad enough that you were unable to identify yourself as your own person as a teenager, let alone an adult. and i really don't understand why people let the music they listen to dictate how they look/dress/act. don't look down on me because i happen to like your FaV bAnD, yet don't look or dress like you.
callous heels numbed in travel,
endless maps made by their scalpels
