The Poetics of Virtue

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Dear,
I would have invited you over
for a glass of wine and a bit of laughter

Posted by Wren at 2:06 PM

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no human rights we're not human go feck yerselves
time travel

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all work and no play should be illegal
anarchy was never wrong, they cried Freedom, Rise Up For Me

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