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“The personal….so difficult to attain, so difficult to lose.”
“And for what, for whom?”
“Isn’t it interesting that the generous person, with the open spirit ends up dumping the crap out that people have piled up inside, item by item until they are victims of a diarrhea like release? It doesn’t matter what form it enters, its exits the same way, with a blast of heat and bad smells.”
“So man you give me a vision of a dude standing with a smile on his face wanting to love everybody because that’s what he’s told he has to do and the people come and want things, want him to do things, want him to be things until he runs away or gets pissed and gets rid of this lovey dovey stuff.”
“Desperate souls will crash any boundary given the chance to do so.”
“They are always looking for their lost tribe. They never find it and are finally adopted by a tribe that can use him or her.”
“Oh, I hate these human beings already, how can they be trusted? Animals they are like a pack of wolves.”
“A pack of wolves will not turn a million souls into shadows.”
“So it’s worse than we think?”
“It’s bad but I doubt worse. Someday it will be very bad. It will be a very bad day.”
“Just so it’s not an hour from now or, even, tomorrow.”
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