…..We’re very good at sweeping things up under the rug, and will act crazy if later generations try and give it a tug; they will continue to be perplexed and bugged until allowed to examine what’s under the rug, their behavior will be unplugged and repetitive until they get that sedative that’s swept under the rug. We continue to lie, deny, and hide truth in the attic like the Kennedy’s did Rosemary, as if a different truth will emerge, it can’t be purged, it’s apart of everything that exist, right down to a snake’s hiss, and that time Babe Ruth missed; surprised we have the nerve, after everything we supposedly had learned. The lies and protection of our image, has damaged our vision, we’re headed for a collision, it’s time to make a decision, with proper apprehensions and thoughtout contentions.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 12th, 2023 08:39
- Category: Unclassified
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