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beth borrus | world wars…
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World wars gnawed humanity to the bone. We are all hollow now, we are all men now. Children are just the weak ones, the ones who starve and die, the ones who have no money. Lack of money is the greatest crime. Song on the question. Mankind is kept alive, humanity repressed. The price of television.
Beth Borrus
From Big Hammer No. 10, 2007. Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books. This issue is available by clicking here…
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