Words without actions are the assassins of idealism. - Herbert Hoover


favelas and opulence sunshine and slurry and who needs war when there's a subsitute-- traits of tribal nature that feed the masses heroes and villains-- it rivals politics and faith with self-serving duplicity and like marriage some would say-- becomes a triumph of imagination over intelligence pass the remote dear it's about to start

© Pierre


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