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SOUND ON.

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ive seen so much of this bizarre liberal sentiment over the past few months that writes off protests and support for palestine on the assumption that people are doing this because its trendy and exciting, as if to discourage people from even thinking there could be anything outside of disinterested complacency and self interest. is it so hard to believe people have principles and ideals that are important to them? that people have political beliefs they want to see actualized? that people and social relations could be anything more than they currently are?

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Ecce dominus

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Do you ever get sad but then remember you can sit her right on you and go schplagablagablagablagablaga?

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With the death of Jimmy Buffett, it's clear the old world is dying. Boomerism slipping quietly into the night. Maybe no one else better represented its aspirational vision. The end of the work day. The end of history. The possibility, just over the horizon, of a terrestrial paradise. A cheeseburger in paradise.

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just gonna start killing people i dont find funny

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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

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my middle aged client going off about kids these days and how they have such a different childhood and back in the day kids used to have real experiences like how she and her girl friends used to practice kissing on each other and now kids just sit in the same room in silence on their damn phones. hey ma'am run that back real quick

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The occupation announces the withdrawal of all its forces from the Gaza Strip, except for one brigade that controls the road separating the north and south of the Strip, in order to prevent the people of the north from returning to their homes, and also to prepare for a ground operation in the city of Rafah.

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lost dialect of maoist standard english

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Finally got a clear shot of noonoo carrying her spring, it's her favourite toy

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i love being a hater of media that i’ve never seen or listened to. no i will not give it a chance. it’s called listening to my heart