Sunday, May 24, 2009

Horrible Writing

Your outcry is heard, as if addressed to the general public. You have ideas, malignant fool. 'I am right and anything else is heresy.' Posterior: quiet, except for few; disbelief, except for few.
Here is what you do not know: Knowledge is hereditary. All that your interior, impressionable mind knows, is, at a glance, genuine; but, upon deeper analysis, hackneyed. The pretentious propaganda papers perceived informs your gullible knowledge. You shout; it is insulting to hear such words from an upper-echelon herald. 'Haha', you will not hear: Truly, you are slave to them and us.
But you think the world is your stage; fool, tell your tale then, full of noise and fury and signifying nothing.



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