my god what would i do what would i be reduced to what could possibly save me
simply put i would wither, likened unto the plant with no photosynthesis my hypothesis simple no matter strength nor how nimble, the peasant the paige knight and even king would notfight as they do they could not sing no! all is due to inspiration
easily said i would...
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Woe to me, woe indee'd; for certainly this be dream, and if it be the unconscious summoning this most sweet sight, pray allow the mind ne'er to betray the Goddess of this night.
Woe it is, for every time at rest is the only time she in one of many guises may play part in pantomime, idolaters be damned they know not nor can they...
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these drugs are bad but those drugs are good whos to say whom may imbibe one substance or another rather whos ego provides them an imagined station granting themself the right to arbitrarily dictate which are drugs and which may be used as drugs is it truly necessary to treat the masses likened unto how they the masses treat their toddlers taping up electrical outlets...
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A glistening white
This land is dead being born
Brightened cycle
