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.: Monday, February 28, 2005 :.
Sometimes it seems the best way to get your point across is with the thing at the end of your arm, clenched in a fist for maximum payload. Every inch of you pushes for it, your arms tingle as your jaw tightens. And yet something in you holds you back, tells you not to. Quite frankly instinct isn't exactly something I'd expect to steer me wrong. I'm here, if this is being read, then that person is here, and living proof that instinct works for the better.
Religon is a Referee, an imagined third party that tries to keep everybody on an even playing field. Wise up folks, moldy cheese ain't safe eat.
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