"There comes a time when the operation of the machine is so odious that you cannot even tacitly participate. You've got to place your bodies on the gears, the wheels, all the mechanism, and you've got to indicate to those who own it and those who run it that unless you are free, the machine will be prevented from working at all."
-- U. Utah Phillips
Right on, brethren! My love set out across the Irish sea late yestreen.
(collapses with uncontrollable giddiness and much sound there, is silence, at a particular pitch of smell and ocular convulsion we ascertain the cold floor of
a secondary taint, my legs are cold and leak from my
cock, is hard, as rage,)
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