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I’d swoop down upon you each night and stand before you as a silhouette, as a shadow, as a black canvas upon which you paint the faces of all those you loath, as an embodiment of your fear—I’d force you to face your fear, which is at the root of all evil; afraid of change, afraid of difference, afraid of unanswerable questions you’ve held your tongue, spat your lies, chanted your curses, lifted your arm in the air.
Inspired by the never ending cycle of work and play that takes us from school and delivers us conveniently by the graveyard, Talking Soup shares the stories of everyday life however mundane or extraordinary.
Readers in #Barcelona. Want to see one of our editors singing about tramps, vagrants, prostitutes and lowlives? Hea… https://t.co/kZv7ioaFgR
The big match from the weekend @UESants and @UESantsoficial #TerceraDivision #sants #hospitalet https://t.co/y9LbnGyVic