Brutal Simplicity.: Archive

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Mister Talent sits there all ethereal, he says: My son, you need some new material, though your clothes may have some glitter, it would help some if they fit yer, as far as eloquence: well you’ve got none at all.

Apr 23rd

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Until the philosophy, which holds one race superior and another inferior, is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned. Everywhere is war. Until there is no longer first class or second class citizens of any nation. Until the color of a man’s skin, Is of no more significance than the color of his eyes. I’ve got to say- “War”. That until the basic human rights,...

Apr 23rd

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