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Looked to see, and correlated datats, and When the uk women of the higher education status, sed Highest rates of alcohol consumption in the world And then the Oman, womens page said they are also High in educational achievements My still working liver, cringed You, government sadistic, who suggest increasing taxes by increasing prices Oh. Jah, great idea. Can’t you see, or don’t you care, or are you as punched in the scrotum as me That sees the bliss the world is, and the mess of all those years of poor-me N’ theres Zambia, with connected links to web pages, months or years out of date And a third of national income, still owing in interest only payments, that never end And theres uk, with its 5th richest world country status, and 1, 000000000000, quids of personal individual debt…. Owed to the systems. If I gave up, and tried to drink myself to death. Would it help. When we sed, I love you, with a punch in the privates, and a lisping kiss of deadly Flowers, What psychological warfare were we perpetrating You proved you think You proved you think I shud eat chocolate, good for my iron intake, bad for my gums Andd the lonely hearts column, that mooves itself to sleep each night, that the acrosstic pipers Let it dance Drys, like a broken fist fuuned punt Oh. Sorry darling…. Was it you I was to attend to And daarling… shorely… you find my broken dreams arousing Shurelly, you grin in private joy, at the effect of your masterful Manna And when you finally realise that dominate the earth Means look after it And divided means respect individual unique perspective And mourning means, new day Will the skin you whip with your master bait eronary, credentials Suffice,… with its small pinprinkles and the tongue of the dreaded spite Woven into the blanket, that next you nurture, to k ill the weak members of this world So you can prove you love. All breathing is action. All action is a cross stick All sticks are carrots o. please. Master. Please proove. There is choice. Hope. u. Have. Gone. Dry. Hone i.

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