Only the foolish drown lying down in shallow pools of historical ignorance and repeated stupidity.
And then there are the ones who consume or blow smoke up your ass to claim to save you after drowning.
Constant craving for decorated fallacy dressed as truthful hyperbole weakens reason and accountability.
As the conman spins his web of deceit from vicious fears he drives the dumbest to folly and self-destruction.
Delusions can fool even the religious to deify a dictator and worship a golden calf of phoniness and foolery.
Therefore test the truth, doubt with discernment and debate ideas until they prove worthy of pursuit and future amendment.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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- Author: Charles Edward York ( Offline)
- Published: June 8th, 2022 04:20
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Definitely, start your day with words.
They're all lying bastards, till I decide differently. This excludes the girl who I get my cream cake off.
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