It's Like Suddenly In The Middle Ages,

We Tend To Hold That Popping Medicine In Our Mouths And Swallowing Is The Extent Of Our Involvement In The Healing Process. We Believe That If We Get Better, It's Because The Medicine Worked Magic, Not The Person.

Love Is A Positive, Symbiotic, Reciprocal Flow Between Two Or More Entities.

As Ever, The Original Inhabitants Of Turtle Island Are Entirely Overlooked. Mysteriously, The Only Time Indigenous People Are Guaranteed A Mainstream Amerikkan Mention Is On Thanksgiving. Again, To Contextualize, This Would Be Be Kinda Like Someone Busting Into Your House And Robbing You Blind, Then Sending You Postcards Once A Year To Remind You How Much They Are Enjoying All Of Your Stuff, And Getting Annoyed With You If You Don't Respond With Appreciation For Their Thoughtfulness.

It's Like Suddenly In The Middle Ages, People Figured Men Should Be In Charge Of Women's Bodies Since They Were In Charge Of Pretty Much Everything Else

Without Honoring Whores, We Cannot Truly Understand And Transcend The Dynamics Of Violence, Destruction And Ignorance Fostered In Our Cuntfearing Society.