Maybe they know something we don't. Y'know on my bus there are some mentally handicapped people who get on. They stare at us and think why. Why are we different. And maybe we are the same. We cannot understand what our betters are doing. And maybe we should trust them. I'm sure they know best.
Myself. I'm happy to tickle the lingham while they take us to Nirvana.
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