these days are broken windows where winter’s wind has free entry into the lives of others words of protest against the cold cannot shield even an innocent child from the frigid breaths of the self-righteous who claim that life is sacred but not living for once a child is born it becomes a societal orphan the covenant of care the righteous proclaimed is now abandoned with only the providence of their god left to feed and care for the child
comes well equipped a clarabell clown smile painted on a gq face spontaneous loud laughter though inappropriate is a programmable feature and can be transitioned into a whiny faux concerned tone with a series of empty platitudes expressed once laughter fails as a manipulative joints are fully articulated and coordinated with contrived smiles laughter can also be initiated by pushing societal buttons equal rights patriotism or anything labeled contrary to internal prejudgment apps a-greeting app includes two modes bra detection embrace with gentle back rub or macho handshake with smile grip strength is equivalent to burping a baby’s bottom please note several models are available in various colors but rest assured they have the same internal components
pledges of allegiance in pursuit of singularity whether it be religious political or social ideas have created the greatest nightmare for all those covenant words transform even the lambs of god into the hounds of hell willing to shred even the flesh of their own offsprings to feed the lust of intolerance
always on thin ice that’s how you wanted life to be you wanted people to see you as a strong and brave your ghost stories told each day daily ghost stories shared with all of life’s passerbys whispered in the night to lovers and part-time friends knowing always on thin ice
carefully crafted a perfect shape each panel polished to perfection reflecting all shades of light equally so nothing can penetrate it nor alter its core with such purity one would assume its contents would serve the greater good but like all pure self-righteous hearts it serves only itself
excluding all but his emotions he counts his concerns each one more significant than the last one conveying his jaundice views to those compelled to listen to his mad dog rampages they unable to retreat smile and offer consolatory solutions but to no avail he’s certain there’s only one answer his
it’s all so very clear to you how things are and should be no intersecting lines of thought to blur your delusions or create some distinct plane perpendicular to yours there is but one good yours there is but one way yours there is but one truth yours there is but one god yours so death to others is not only expected but viewed as proper and justified on your fading line of existence
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