— Why did you do that? You promised to set him free.
— And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders.
When we substitute threat for an argument, violence for principle, we allow our passion to overcome our capacity for reason. Passion and self-interest are threats to liberty.
He leaves a message — a yellow sticky on the dead black of his computer screen "Gone to lunch. I may be some time". His colleagues won't be seeing him for the rest of the afternoon. Rare joy of truancy, of bold escape from the trap of work. That heap of typescript can be left to dwell on its thousand offences against grammar and good sense. His trusty blue pen can snooze with its cap on. Nobody will notice.
Without me here this place is screwed
Y'all don't know half the shit I do
You shoulda understood from the get go
I oughta be runnin' this shithole
P.s, I pissed in the coffee pot
Took a big dump in the parking lot
Hid a dildo in the drawer
Kiss my ass
I'm out the door
I'm off to chase my dreams
Crush more pussy than you've ever seen
I guess what I really mean is
We will carry out the new creation of destruction through the power of righteousness. Territories, peoples, authorities, all will be liberated. This is the new state, "A World With No Boundaries", we'll create. Neither nations nor nationalities have meaning. We will erase these unnecessary borders. The World With No Boundaries will pen a new story. The world will change.
Humans are truly an interesting bunch.
Even when on the verse of death, they still cannot release themselves from their own falsehoods.
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