bugs
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- #41
Right on cue - the racists with their lies.
Blech.
There are no racists, there is only love. There are no lies, only peace.
There is no "blech", there is only bitter vomit, and love. Love, love, love, and some more love.
And a ham sandwich.
On rye.
I love the smell of racism in the Morning.. it smells like.. Victory.