September 7, 2012
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What do you suppose has derived from those?
The ones with the smug looks, and
aristocratic statures.
Those in which the rarest of all furs and linens are embedded
in the seams of their clothes.
The killers of the American Dream;
And of those whose dreams are to pursue it.
In a perfect world they cannot exist.
Friends, I have none.
Only foes.

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