Abortion Protestors Channel Their Spirit Animals

INFJ; We are the protectors.

Your perception of me is a reflection of you.
I've got a front row seat to the end of the world.
my pronouns are: told/you/so

In his poem Human Pride, Marx admits that his aim is not to improve the world, reform or revolutionize it, but simply to ruin it and enjoy it being ruined:

With disdain I will throw my gauntlet full in the face of the world,
And see the collapse of this pygmy giant whose fall will not stifle my ardor.
Then will I wander godlike and victorious through the ruins of the world
And, giving my words an active force, I will feel equal to the Creator.

“Looking for consciousness in the brain is like looking in the radio for the announcer.”

– Nasseim Haramein, Director of Research for the Resonance Project

Within the surreal depths of "reality" lies the truth.

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My dog ate my pronouns, he/she/it - everywhere. (Clown World tees)
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Want to make God laugh, tell Him 'your' plans.
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Cremation... the only hope I have left for a smoking hot body...
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God bless America!

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