As I look amongst the nations I see my people on fire. They have a fever that infects their entire being and which appears no cure except for common sense and a swift kick in the ass.
How ya, how ya doin... Where the fuck are you going. It something I have been wondering as of late. What do we do after the big events; when do we stop living (after high school, college, a successful career?) Where do our dreams go? Do they shrivel up like a raisin in the sun? How do you keep hope in times of darkness? Take the Zen position Don't think, DO.
Peace in da Middle East
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