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There never was any risk from "fascism".  it's not about fascism, noone's going to be fascism anymore it's the alternative of the denied risk of how the last remaining group of relatives can't even get together to keep one of a highbrow out, without something else destructive and the whole world, gone.  there's no fascism never would have been again, all people got along together solve every problem every animal happy.  everyone of all types would have lived together.  they take one loving vermonter hippie, solves all problems, one of our people everyone loved everyone, as an example of where we were on the verge of all sharing, and a priest says, but that vermonter looks a little bit like... this! world of all these sour look alikes, no.  Just one soulless person, a catholic for the others, gotta respect that, on sunday, every day... no you don't... pow.  tri-perm enunciates without igniting a flammable underbelly, keep it tuned to the catholic channel for 2,000 years.  i hate them without sin.  i don't hate them.  i love traitors.  we'd solve all their sour problems, too, without even trying, just because we have to just because we would.  no animal ever developed our paranoia one microchip controls the whole world through evil;  fear;  i'd prefer evolution incorporating never making us obey those fears again.

If they tell me they're trying to consolidate the possibility that everything is going to go haywire, i'm just going to swing the wrecking ball at a church every church sorry masons, pow.

love the 1950's glory.  should have split the world with the soviet union while still struggling for liberalism, only....  not pre-knowledge, it's the past, love everyone, weird, it's ok.  just experienced the polarity to the polarity.  should have deleted the word fascism in the beginning.  pretend and pretend i didn't say five minutes a day would have saved heaven, to a much longer cycle of the shape of love, including, sleepy silver!  noone can figure out where things come from.  i wanted them all to touch silver sleep, the snappeas, they live for the suspicion and what that brings the emptied belly onto the lost other form.

Remember your gay savior forever.  That comment wasn't meant for you (it's meant as there is hope for the hopeless in it itself).