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It's sordid that in blather, words like fuck you and phrases like rot in hell are thrown around in such abandon. Think of what you could be saying, think that you could be breaking microcosms instead of creating them and feeding your own. Please people, I BEG you, life is more than this.
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agreed. "profanity is the result of a small mind trying to express itself forcefully" [author unknown]...
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birdmad
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where do they all come from?
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ClairE
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*I* was going to say that, silly. There are a lot of them. I think it has to do with the Eleanor_Rigby line, personally.
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yeah, we could be (and some of us ARE) saying things like "ok everyone say if you're black or white" or short waste_of_space_blathes like "yay, you're so cool"... what I'm saying is, I find this just as offensive but being that we're truly communist, all these random_thoughtz_and_speculations aren't really going to change how people are allowed to blather
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niska
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the point is, 'allowed' should never enter into it.
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misstree
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animals of every type of fur and feather have gathered at this little oasis. a bit of grunting and hissing and roaring and squawking and the odd dominance display here and there is to be expected.
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A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks at the biggest, meanest one in the face and says, "I went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!" The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker, and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says, "I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!" The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad, but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, "I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!" At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders and says, ... "Grandpa, you're drunk....... Go home!"
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anger
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10 more minutes till the bomb goes off. control yourself and think about the otherkin.
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what's it to you?
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