Words, words, words… words
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Do you shudder, cringe, look over your shoulder to ensure you’re alone, or cry for help when you encounter the word hollocaust or the word genocide? Massacre? Rape? Decapitation?
But cock? Fuck? Cunt? These things send you over the edge? To a cop, or a lawyer?
This reveals a profound, profound, disconnect in your relationship to reality, yourself, and your ability to think.
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