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So gay, homie…

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Just because…

« Faire que les enfants soient sages [conformes] comme de grandes personnes et faire que les grandes personnes demeurent suffisamment puériles pour qu’elles se contentent de bavarder [et d’aboyer des ordres] »… Make some thing out of yourself, demand the little people. Talkin’ ‘bout their generation now. Well, not really… That’s somewhat of an archetype, isn’t it ? Plenty of idiots among the young’uns ! Fuck Jung, daddy ! A mommy ne déplaise. Baise jeune, kumbaya ! The Gravel kids are wearing suits and ties, the vacuum cleaner ‘round the corner. Thunderclap ! New men ? My grandma’s dying. Or is it I ? The next big thing. Well, I’ve seen smaller… The tiresome days, the tireless nights, the learning and the yearning, the torture. And those eyes. All those eyes, like bulbs of darkness in the sunlight, dark-on-dark near-perfection at night. Lotta people “walkin’ ’round with tombstones in their eyes”. Their own. Not to mention the smell of plastic they carry around. Pulling you back, always. Along the same invariable lines. Like pathetic little clones. The awakeness amid the sleepwalkers – no, don’t you touch me ! –, the levitation above the rubble of society : subversion ! Life, The Game. Repressing the sublime. Hence the tragedy. Truth is boring, they once said. As if they ever came close to it. The teachers, the preachers, the tormenters, the personal trainers, the hollow agents of the system, the swarms of living stereotypes. All yelling : we’ve been very patient. You see, you were allowed to bifurcate, deviate and wander… so long as you reintegrated the Path. Nothing shining about it. A few glossy objects here and there, but don’t be fooled ! In the end, kid, when you ask why, there’s only one answer true adults will ever give you : parske ! They’re wise. They’ve got it all figured out. They call it freedom. It is authority. And it is as childish as can be…

I cried yesterday…

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A clarification…

https://xhamster.com/videos/the-horny-boy-jared-shaw-11707587

« The mildest form of abuse that took place in Finland was showing adult pornography to a [child] victim and the worst was raping a drugged child for 10 hours. » […]

Investigators say the men received and redistributed material from foreign groups, including at least one in which the victim was killed while being abused.

https://www.dw.com/en/finnish-police-uncover-sprawling-child-sex-abuse-ring/a-48083970-0

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