He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.
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Why do I have to be nice to this person just because he’s living in my body?
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Writing is easy. You just grab a handful of brains and throw it at the paper.
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I don’t wear glasses. I wear prisms. They help me read between the lines.
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The aborted baby’s mind stays inside the mother and she cannot get it out. She hears its thoughts and feels its pain. This is the haunting that follows killing a child.
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Pain is an illusion conconcted by the mind when stimulii exceeds feeble, predefined boundaries of acceptance.
Who made these rules?
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