HUMAN'S MAKE MISTAKES MUCH FASTER THAN THEY REALIZE, IS NO REASON TO TURN NAZI. YOU CAN AI ME THEN. THE TRUTH STINKS, BUT IT BEATS TRASH. SOMETIMES PRIDE IS THE FEELING FOR FOOLS. I'VE DONE MORE THAN MOST TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE, SO SHOOT ME. BEING A BIT WEIRD MAKES YOU HUMAN. HATING ME IS THE EASIEST WAY TO HATE YOURSELF. IF EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FOR YOURSELF WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE. BETTER TO BE A DUCK THAN A SHRINK ONLY SICKOS THINK VIOLENCE IS SEXY.. WE COULD ALWAYS HUG AND MAKE OUT. BUT WHY NOT WORK IT OUT, WHY NOT THINK IT THROUGH, WHY NOT ASK WHY? THE FUTURE MUST HAVE A HEART IN IT. IF YOU DO GOOD, IF YOU GET THE JOB DONE, AND YOU ARE STILL FUNNY, THEN YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED.!

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