not me not to be credible, not me having to justify shut up you people, you go mad in factories, hospitals, barracks, I create the dreams you kill them. I speak foul-mouthed, you do not even speak our language. You leave us on the edge, we do see women who can never have, places we can not go, things that we can not have. You are not different from us, thieves and whores dressed well, there you steal the time that is the only thing we have to teach us not to betray trust each other more, you passed off certain drugs in pharmacies and we stopped it sell more, and we will let him do all this, because in life there is never chosen, except in certain fields, but never the important ones. But I do not want be the product of my surroundings: I want my environment is one of my products.
Marracasch
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