……Outside reconstruction forces, forces self mutilations, like Haitians are on someone’s petri dish, a lil bit of this, a lil bit of that, elements that grow thorns next to newborns, chaos is the new norm, primed for take over disguised as assistance, let go of the steering wheel this instance, this is when Uncle Sam is at his crispest, don’t feel free to drop the soap, that’s not his telescope, that fake smile is to distract you from the fact he just threw his towel over the rope, if you listen real hard you can hear deceased folks, like Hawaiians forced into compliance, didn’t understand Uncle Sam’s mount was penetrating, it wasn’t just for sex he was aiming, sociopolitical structuring for new lands is what he was framing.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Take it like a modern man.
The modern man isn’t a man at all, more of a fashioned tool, a sheath for the powers that be tools.
Correct.
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