I’m A Son of Anarchy: Unless Some Authority Fucked With My Parents Fucking

How about you? Or, are you a product of of immaculacy? I’m sure you’d prefer to believe that in your tender comfort. Clean birth. That’s what you want, right? They fucked in a Biblically and/or Socialistically sterile room, and that’s where you were eventually born. It’s just simple biology. Off spring are you. No dirty…...

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Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2022, contains over 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More
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