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I spent all day yesterday looking at pictures of aborted fetuses on a pro-life website as research for an art project. And lemme tell you, I love being bombarded by ideology while looking at medical photos. But who says that a fetus, or child, has the right to live? Banning abortion would be like making public transit illegal because buses occasionally hit people. Something like that. I dont have the right to live; Im just fucking here, and my existence tends to inconvenience others, infringing on their rights. So if a woman wants to have her genitals vacuumed out, let her. Who cares?

(Yes, I am afraid of needles, but I can look at abortions until the fiery chariots come to carry me away. Yessiree. And I realize that I'm--mostly--preaching to the converted, but I'm doing it in a much better way than Kathleen Hanna, that's for damn sure.)

Deny nothing. Own everything. This message brought to you by the SG Random Cryptic Post Writers Club, of which I am queen. (Sorry, additionad).

Meanwhile, is it kosher to already be in love with a Limbo SG? Cos I think Gillian deserves it. *sigh*

Looks like I've got a boring Sunday ahead of me: homework, homework, and more homework. (That's what I get for going to bed at 9 and waking up at 3 AM, I suppose). Someone should entertain my lame ass.

I GET TO SEE SAM TOMORROW!!!!! God, how I've missed that fucker.

Song thievery:
Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapper,
And your dick stands up like a steeple,
Your goddamn asshole stands open like a church door,
And the crabs walks in like people.
--Lucille Bogan (best lyric ever written)