Not that anyone would be surprised to see that anymore. The bad times have taught us to rise up for the bad times. We've already been shown how high shit can be stacked. And in a moment of pausing from the alienated filth that is work, we raise our eyes and see you at the meaningless filth that you call speech. And you open your mouth and say:âDo-gooderâ¦â Whatever the fuck that means. Loudmouth strikes again. I'm so tired of staying calm and sane. I'm so tired of doing the wrong thing. And I think of hammer and teeth. Tartar-free! Caries-free!

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