I pray to every divinity that my altar has a section for that Scranton, PA is the first place turned to ash, sand, and sediment by the outside world tired of our bloodstained, genocidal, neocolonial habitus. I pray so hard that blood runs from the places my nails dig into my hands. I live in the modern day Babylon, and I pray to every divinity on my altar that I will live to see her gutted and strewn.
I'd ask you how you sleep at night, but from those three words alone I already know. You have no morals, no principles, and no soul. You probably sleep like a baby over the screams of the trough of blood that you wash your hands in.
of deez nutz and suck on em, eunuch
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Thumbs down reflects the person as a bottom
I am desperately begging journalists to read another fucking book. Anything. There are a whole bunch of other dystopian novels that have been written. "Orwellian" this "1984" that how about your orwellian all 1984 of my nuts
I swear to god 1984 is the Harry Potter of journalism.
Good article otherwise tho.
Personally I recommend The Iron Heel. It's Jack London's best, and it inspired Orwell to write 1984.
The Iron Heel is credited as having created the "future distopia" genera.
