CONTRACT RESOLUTION Though nearing despair in this human floodtide of ecocidal glut, I can't march around waving my warning placard and dare to be hit. That would be suicide. But if I plan to survive and still get murdered, then at least I tried to deserve a life of higher revelation on the other side.

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