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<eventtime>2016-12-07 07:36:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-12-07 12:36:19</logtime>
<subject>Good Future</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">by Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">I saw the first grader<br>Speaking on his cell<br>And realized<br>I am in the future<br>And soon I will be dead<br>And then I thought<br>"Good."<br>Everything here sucks <br>Except kissing amd ice cream.<br></p>
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<itemid>173676</itemid>
<eventtime>2016-12-12 14:11:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-12-12 19:11:57</logtime>
<subject>I, Cassandra</subject>
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By Emmit Other There is only so much That spitting into the winds of folly Will cause not even the most open hearted To close their mouth And look around to see if there is a better option Than having their words Slobbered back into their face As the darth vader chop Makes that funny sound of the fucking obvious echoing right back at you But with a cooler psuedometalic twang They talk of silod truth But people are not as dumb as they claim to be They know they wallow in lies its just like the Stanford prison experiment People empowered with the ability to lie to themselves For a few brownie points with their brownshirt neighboors And validation of Uncle Inbred's back channel email About aliens being responsible for that rumor Is simply too much to resist People are animals And they are particularly repugnant echoes Of past marvels that produced the seven wonders of the world And this thing called democracy World War 2 Was supposed to be about more than providing a simple arch bad guy for science fiction shows And set a pattern of change That we didn't keep repeating But culture matters And without consequences Without personal consequences Shows that most people are as altrusitic as vipers So until you make voting for nazis sting The people in meth land will keep doing it And the frufrufrufru arugulalatte ladidas Will keep fmerping through their asscheeks About why we lost And how we shall surely do better next time Like there will always be a next time An infinite number Of dice rolling While the world burns
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