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It’s a broken world we need imperfect solutions and there are plenty of questions is it even possible to correct systemic problems with individual solutions? I recycle, so everything’s ok, ya? some would usher in a revolution while others would stand pat, thinking they can marginally beat the house the young believe the old are problematic, out of touch and largely to blame for the world the old push back on youthful, impractical, self-indulgent and self-righteous idealisms both groups must eventually wrestle with thorny questions I doubt we could all agree on a short manifesto or even a pithy rallying cry. How about something brutal, almost offensive? Dylan Thomas suggested we rage against the dying of the light, but then again, it seems that's all we do these days—rage. There’s a Korean concept called hwabyung, or “burning sickness”—an intense, suppressed rage that can blind and destroy us if we’re not careful Science says we face a direct and bludgeoning future, that we must be tenacious with the next phase of our evolution —but must we be adults? Science is so 2014, and we’re all so smart. . . Songs for this: Dance the Night Away by The Mavericks I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack

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Date: 12/28/2024 11:56:00 AM
The last time I danced alone I stepped on my left foot. Dad joke of the day. Welcome. I'll be here all week...
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Date: 12/28/2024 8:57:00 AM
A naked Oreo and Paris has NEVER looked better. = ]
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Chris Conn
Date: 12/29/2024 6:52:00 AM
Funny how a simple comma can censor a good time.
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Anais Vionet
Date: 12/28/2024 5:20:00 PM
Come on, a naked Oreo always looks good, now if Paris was a glass of milk…

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