How beautiful you are or who you offended outraged, disgusted and moralists, pompous and wicked as you are yourselves, you who bets and watch your finger on the violence in Rome the violence of all places, the violence of all places of rage and hope you go to Ministers. Are you so sure that outside of your backyard, with your green plastic watering can and the fake Chinese rubber plant, and far away your home safe and reassuring, that without the earpiece of your glasses from suck to linus give a tone, not alzereste a finger, a little girl, hand, if exaggerated, and if exacerbated if desperate?
you all peace and love but everyone regardless? All carriers (?) Of the other cheek? The violence is not justified, must be ordered, the trains with him came the time (especially in Poland), and oxen from your wife, not born from nothing insane bombs come the flowers (and their children, came to the world as rabbits) . It 's not time for you and maybe it will not' ever, but one day wake up from the disc that clicks and the story that everything goes well, you too will pass here, in situations in which there is little other choices, or if you just have one. Then find one morning with the picture in the paper in that last window with Annozero want to shout "Shame!" "coward."
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