WARRANTLESS WIRETAP
The dogs. Yapping at the treeline.
Here is a new equation : We can
obviate the necessary reaction by
planting cannon seeds in all the
trees. Gives the streets and lanes
over to ogres. Anything paved is
theirs. Go for broke. Pierce the
heart with fresh bullets, and slay
the medal-holders where they are
are found to sleep. The epitome
of a bad consciousness is bias.
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