Ladies and gentlemen, graduands, while for some the world is unfolding the world can kiss my arse. I say Death to the Fascist Insect that preys on the life of the people but death to benevolence too. Same time haunted and empty is the world you may see an angel on the bridge but it’s your hormones and if they persist it’s all up for you. But while I’m sure there are some among your number you don’t look like mystics to me so graduate, celebrate while I tattoo on my eyes Death to the Fascist Insect and Death to You too.
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