I bear no hate to a living thing,But I love my country beyond the king.
Brainfogfag. That tired feeling.Too much for me now. Ow!
Cute as a shithouse rat.
Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs for us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. Ga ga ga ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook.
Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.
As a grave or a hole in which I'm buried alive. These cells and their state.
Nationalism and ethnic pride, in the long run, delay human development, and the misery they cause must be recognized.If enough people saw that, maybe we wouldn't have so many wars.
-O saints above! Miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished 1hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.-O, Miss Douce! Miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
As night fell, your suffering subsided. The possibility of feeling happiness began at five o'clock in winter and correspondingly later in summer.
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