h a l f b a k e r yBirth of a Notion.
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If corporations are destined to rule us in the future, I say let us
dispense with formalities and jump directly back to feudalism.
No one ring to rule them all stuff -in that's unproductive.
you want to be an engineer? Lay block first.
Work your way up if you're lucky to being a foreman.
Waste
of talent. In time.
What challenges the notion is dueling guilds
Charging interest is also prohibited in at least 3 major religions.
Every 20 years
http://www.prestonguild2012.com/ [AbsintheWithoutLeave, Dec 13 2011]
For Simpleton...
http://www.atpobtvs...hives/mar03_p1.html Where my quote comes from [RayfordSteele, Dec 14 2011]
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"Drunk you are..." (Yoda) |
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Sort of an underlying romanticism found in Marx and Engel's Communist Manifesto. |
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[marked-for-tagline] What challenges the notion is dueling guilds |
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Then you're one dangerous step down the path of losing the will to live. |
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Dangerous indeed: with every step, they risk
stumbling off the path to Total Indifference. Those
who stray from the Way will be destroyed on the
Lathe of Heaven. |
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// Those who stray from the Way will be destroyed on the Lathe of Heaven. // |
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... and presumably be subsequently scattered to The Wind's Twelve Quarters ? |
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(Hint: Points may be scored here for spotting the literary allusions. But not many, and not by you). |
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Whatever you do, do not tick off the Janitorial Guild. |
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Fish of bone. Confusing sentence structure. -in may be replaced with edits. |
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At last, perhaps: a place for Blind Venetians. |
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//I should be locked away in solitude// You're
confusing the Internet with the real world. We are
the Ones Who Stay in Omelas and Poke at the Child
with Sticks Through the Bars of its Cage. |
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Backwards are the road-signs in the mirror of life. |
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