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Let Nothing Be Called Natural In An Age Of Bloody Confusion, Ordered Disorder, Planned Caprice, And Dehumanized Humanity, Lest All Things Be Held Unalterable!

I Don't Know What A Man Is. Only That Every Man Has His Price.

Though The Rich Of This Earth Find No Difficulty In Creating Misery, They Can't Bear To See It.

The Shrill Voices Of Those Who Give Orders Are Full Of Fear Like The Squeakings Of Piglets Awaiting The Butcher's Knife, As Their Fat Arses Sweat With Anxiety In Their Office Chairs.... Fear Rules Not Only Those Who Are Ruled, But The Rulers Too.

Why Be A Man When You Can Be A Success?