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?Your ?dark line,? she said. ?Maybe you?ve been on it too long, maybe I can?t reach you but I want to, I?m waiting through, is been a year and I?m still here waiting...? She went on and on and I was indifferent because I effect the positive, karma rewards those who believe, just another day closer to OK, really? Then a strike, then another of the safe-spacing cry-babies, and throw in the whinings of a liberal New Zealander Cuck or two and the pressure builds, the old castle walls begin to flex... the fortifications of self, protecting, or seemingly to protect the inner sanctity of mass exerted, gained or expressed is pressed then the old pressures mount, pretended overcome but never forgotten, the wisdom fought for and ingrained into the boundless self, under the guise of protectionism of others twisting and subverting natural expression into twisted niasance of liberally-pressed new order and the wells open up, the memories of paths forsaken emerge awaiting to be swelled enmassed and ultimately crushed again. There?s a point of crossing where so much can be absorbed and diffused by reason until fraught with offense, the forces presented bridge the point again of unacceptability, a resounding, NO must ensue and requires force be met with force, parlay is naught but crushing severance must be dealt swiftly without percussion, and with perhaps is the only answer of NO!
