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Aug. 23rd, 2007 | 04:41 am

From a balcony from beyond, I can see a lot of dirt.
I juggle back and forth the ups and downs of this medal.
But I see the holographic image, that is the truth,
putting its finger right down on that map,
marking this viral spreading
of this ever-traditional mobile pattern
where sheep are carnivores.
Merciless and disgusting.
I cannot ignore.
It moves through all kinds of streams of human herds.
And devours cripples.
I feel sick. They make me feel "the uglies".
To vanish, is the most glorious thing left to do.
To not have to breathe the same air as them.




(Inspired by the acts of Ayaan Hirsi Ali).

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