inflated with love for mankind, the disasters that lie in war and presidency. can we live in a world of anarchy? perhaps maybe, perhaps its time we learn to live without an emperor. how can i govern myself? maybe its time for a peer to peer system that governs our society. we shall rule ourselves through judging one another, the aggregate of which make the world survive in harmony.
do we really need a banking system? why let capitalism control money supply, when we judge each of our creditworthiness with each other.
why do you hate the jews my friend? just because they could take interest for lenders by being goldsmiths? maybe i aint a blacksmith, maybe i'm a follower, a traitor, a judas, maybe a magdalene, why does trust imbibe hatred towards maggination.
cross out the singular despondent dames plagued by chubbiness, maybe their truth will help you find truth in your loveliness.
Crippled since birth, do you need assurance of the fact?
Crime stoppers, do you really need cooperation of the masses in crime stopping?
One day at a time, what is love? is it a passage of time that grows on you? is it a sailing ship with drunken sailors missing their loved ones?
Inequality? Why is that a question? Aren't we all not equal? What about the handsome young man on wall street or the beautiful young lady mckinsey consultant from harvard?
How can we create a world of equality? Is social networking leading us to that? A world where what you say matter's more than your pictures? An initial cycle of the beautiful being the most followed and eventually leading up to the content being the most important thing? And finally everyone with a mind of their own being the most beautiful?
Entertainment? Isn't that the cause of inequality? Wonderful images of goddesses in media creating insecurities in non-photogenic princesses?
Listen! Hello! When do you wanna open up your heart? Tell me who you are! Thanks I'll open up later on, what's wrong with you?
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