I'd had enough political and theological discussions by the time I was nineteen to figure out that they are functionally inert. No-one convinces anyone of anything, everybody just heaps their baggage on the table and gestures at it wildly.
Passions...brothers and sisters, PaSions.
of fucking course i thought this gig was gone but the new mz.Fix is quite obsessed. end trans...google on pasions for martimmies you will find a boozless cocktail from a deaded midge... add booze. enjoy my folly...hearts...
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