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Youre not real! Youre not real! I cry out in horror to the empty crowd. You cannot exist! You are a figment of my imagination! But the unfortunate encounter with several rocks being thrown and the daggers i recieved in tow were more than enough evidence to satiate my paranoia. I'm made of pure carbon, and these individuals are nothing but harmless big legs. You could not harm me, but once you did I would cry the tears made true within the walls and confines located within the most monumental of locations. Hark! I hear the bell, its sonourous cries echo around the chapel walls and I feel ill, the mortuary attendant scurries up and down the wall like a spider before finally stopping on the ceiling to regale me. He squints under his multifocal horn rimmed spectacles and says a single word.  Jump within the lava - I cry the tears of my life's work being dashed to pieces. Recall the eyes that I have, theyre not made of anything you've ever seen - don't underestimate what I have to do within. My ever glowing eyes could try to speak but no sound would approach them, the tear that forms under my chin brings a sadness within my soul. I could undertake a secret section hidden within the wall, take the enemy by surprise, but then my stealth will be ruined! Two steps, three steps, four steps, aha! I drew my scimitars and launched a brutal 4 step attack, the enemy taken by surprise was careful to block my blows with a drawn dirk. It seems as though my call brought them a reaction time of near instantaneous measure. I was careful in my next movements. I could see the wheel, it beckoned me foreward, it spun - caressing the very air around it as it went. Fortune favours the bold, my mother told me. That prophecy was coming to frutition now as I found the fruits of my labour splattered among the wheel. Reported, it spake the words of my lost childhood. Bring fourth my life I should see it be true I am not for you I am not for you I am not for you My words could head into the direction that you head. What? What was that? Youre covered in freezer burns? Ey fuck ya. Not in this house, not today. The veterans have you - their war crimes will not go unpunished, but today.  For you. You will be.                         Perhaps.                                     Vanquished?  -.. . .- - .... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -. --- / -.-. --- -- . / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- / - --- -.. .- -.-- --..-- / -... ..- - / .- .-.. .- ... / - .... . / ... --- ..- -. -.. ... / --- ..-. / - .... . / ..-. .-. . . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -. --- - / --. --- / --.- ..- .. . - .-.. -.-- / - .... .. ... / -.. .- -.-- .-.-.-

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Being open minded was one of my first big mistakes, with the coming of the age when man and river sought out eachothers lands  and that which is made of God decided to throw into the pot - it was a manual for disaster pie. Youre going to get burned. Fortunately for me, I am immune, I can be not a part from such a thing but in the whole, better even. Imagine youre stuck in a desert and there is noone around. There is sand and trees and dirt, but not water, for this is a desert, now imagine a little bird. inconceivable, isnt it? Perhaps another trick to be told - pants. The pants go outside. Theyre outside already. The pants are on the dog and the dog is running. He is gaining speed with each lap and I do not know when he will stop. I enjoy the view that the canine companion stirs as he begins to kick up some wind. I stop cooking my pasta and attend to the dog but by the time I get out there, he’s already sold his soul to satan.

Truly, you cannot sign a covenant without first weighing the pros and cons of such a binding contract. But then again, you could always not be a little baby back bitch and just sign away, what do you have to lose? Your soul? You get another one, idiot. I have been to heaven, and I took a daytrip to Hell. Its real and part of the neural networks without our heads, One day everyone will die and be placed. When you are placed eventually the people will make one huge conductor finds. Port conductors arnt even real people, you could pop a popcorn bag ahead of a dog and it would eat it, but these guys? theyd eat it too. What I’m trying to say is, youre not worth the money and we’re gonna have to cut you off the team. I just dont think that M Opoly B= iM kick

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I’m trying not to think about it too much, but I can’t stop. Youre going to need to finish this next one for me. Noone is going to help you when I’m gone so youre going to need me to do this for you and youre going to appreciate every single little help I give you and when we’re through you will thank me. Youre not going to do that, thats not what youre going to do - I couldnt care less if you wanted to style upon your enemies! Its not how we operate! Tea is a drink that can be drunk and can be drank and can be in the form of drankedness to upon which wherin you may see the sounds of victory echoing through the mists and proceeding down the hill. I’m a dog bringing the cats treats and the cats can do nothign but sit and stare, howling at the moon and bringing me contorted shapes that I care not to what they are. The world is small, and I am so very large. I am larger than you. I am larger than you. I am larger than you will ever be and you cannot stop me. I am a target for your arrows and your bullets, but not your swords, the only sword that can harm me is the Elder Wash - a legendary blade you can find at costco. You wont find it there though, because I just bought the last batch - moron.

I scream at the heavens I make God tired I take the lands and I bring them to the sky Youre higher than youve ever been Youre not going to reach the ground, not any time soon. I have to appreciate the times that they arrive but no - thats not true - the only thing we can consider what is known to us is the power of the sun and harnessing its energy. I’m a zubat, youre a poliwag, together we make a disgusting combination that should be hailed down with peppered bullets, or hugged violently. Perhaps a meeting shall be arranged. Do not be religious, it only leads to ruin. Maybe be a little religious, for if we are not in ruin how will God save us? Fucking Titmouse

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They’re coming, we don’t have much time. You’re going to need to bring your gun. Your lipstick won’t be necessary this time but consider it anyway, we’re going on a mission and it will be as important as the time you brought the night terrors out of the soft wood. You’re going to evoke some major feelings in me as I leap over the fence and come barrelling towards you. I’m taunting you. You’re vulnerable, you’re off your balance. You’re right where I want you but without the gun in your hand. Hey could you drop that. I’m just wrapt with emotion, absolutely doggone empty. You’re not touching me, you’re not coming close! I can’t believe you’d want to bring me the bread? Idiot? You aren’t going anywhere double triple. You’re staying right where you are. Never going to back down, never goin. To quit? No, not again. Not like last time. You’re stuck in an endless loop and the meaning behind the actions has been lost to noise pretending to be beautiful - but like other thugs it came to just be another bandit, another wood, another snake in the grasss looking for a large knife in the head. Purchase food for your friends, take the high road, punch a dick in the head, slap your wallet and say thanks wallet we didn’t get paid today so I guess we scream til we do. I’m not a pilot, but I could be your copilot with a little training and pizazz. The world cancelled itself the moment Oprah got cancelled. Savour your chakra.

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The watchers brought many gifts with them from the ethereal plane - but none of their gifts were nearly as impeccable as the legendary spot of insignificance. The soothsayers fortold this monumental occasion and screamed upon the heavens that it would not be so - but fortunes have a way of inciting those who believe in it most to begin shopping for their destiny items. Running in a circle does not have to be nearly as grave as one would have first thought - in fact, it can be seen and seen and seen again in times gone by where one would not expect to see any longer - unfortunately I have no doubts of this. I toil with the memories that come with the hedges and the gravel and the  many screws and nails it took towards building the great train of life. Hark, I can be heard no longer, I have seeped into the void and do not expect to be returned. It is in this way that we must now consider investment banking to be our supreme ruler and overlord, commanding from their oval offices and tremendously long towers with their thin avacados and red pens, I find it sickening. The most sickening thing of it all is the nature in which these things come about, you see that there is nothing more toxic and deadly than that which you see before you but not this, the other. The other is in the new league that one could see to being the largest of the things that exist before Christ but not after Wonderbread. Youre not going anywhere, I’m inside your head now - I can feel you pulsating and I can see you screaming, it wont be long before you let something important slip. Some minor detail that was previously anonymous will now have a full face, bio, google play account and a full set of leather teeth. Youre going to need to run a little faster, I’m afraid. Youre going to need to run much faster than that given what I have planned for you. That is all dependent on if I will be able to catch you though. So run, run while you can. Youre going to regret running but we will see who has the last laugh when the penny drops and the clowns arrive out of their  car - oh no theyre here. Theyre here and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre exiting their car, and theyre - oh they stopped. Four Hundred clowns stand before you and do not look away - their eyes full of malice and contempt but what else could be said to those who spend their days looking at the sun, thinking of a better life? No, in fact those who look at the sun will be burned, they will be scorched upon the mountainside waiting to die. Imagine if you will, a leaf blower, it is made of a stately frame and can blow away many leaves, it can be dangerous, it can be less than fortutitous for you to even begin to think about how its made, how its formed. So do not watch. Do not listen. Do not think. Because when you see the man in the hat begin his chant, It’s already too late.

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Regarding the pylons that were built before the dawn of time - I’ve never seen them. But God has, he’s said theyre as sturdy as the rocks that existed before he even had. But hey, what else can we do? Bring the world something back, give back to what youre thinking, explore your inhibitions - youre not getting any younger. Take the sea journey to the middle of the ocean, a distant bouy is there to greet your arrival, take it, for you will see the likelihood that you wont survive any longer. Youre escaping now, youre made of tar and your lungs are hope and joy dismissed. Bring the cup, you’ll need it for the trials that lay before you - but heed the warnings of the man with the hat and the legs of the legs because if you do not you will surely be embarrassed. Coffee makes for a good stimulant when youre finishing up on the tidal wave of emotions that come fourth within the cycle of immorality. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I havent heard this all before, youre going to need to impress me, I’m going to need to be impressed, the life of a cycle bug is not one to be here in the dance studio. We need to see them, the children, theyre not going to be around for much longer. Trebuchets of fire and brimstone curl around the land and I can feel the essence of life bobbing in the waters that inhabit our subconsious and scream out towards the heavens and glorify the screaming tiger that slaps the bottoms of society. Youre not going to be any younger, youre not going to get any closer, the world is closing in and you cannot escape it. But perhaps you could, if you could take a finger and bring it to keys on a keyboard and perhaps type out a phrase, something simple, something grand, something made of plaster and wine well then maybe youve got something worth reading. I’m not an elephant, but youre going to want to be when I’m through with you.

The hedge maze grows thicker I’m not going to be here when it consumes us I’m going to be swilling tea til the cows come home but the moment the hedge maze becomes simply too much to bear I will be gone and you will be alone.

How will you deal with your solitude?

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I’ve heard that name before, the one in the purple tunic - he brings me no grace upon which to sit. There’s no matter greater than or equal to the world in which they inhabit. Fortunately for us all, I have the spoon. Bring fourth the headwear, I considered the hats closely. This one was fine with funny flaps, this one was okay - but y’all need to see it. For the remainder of the day I sat in my cell swilling tea and playing bocce.

Tremendous calamity! The angels cry havoc! I tremble at the thought that my eyes could rot upon seeing the enemy before us. The word cannot spread their lives cannot kill us. You are made of marble. You cannot help - but you will keep us all safe,’Gregory, Martha. George. You are the names of people whom I do not know but would care to get to know if you all owned helicopters. For the greenhorns this was an obvious choice, the blue house for $400’000 was a bit pricey for them so instead they chose the cardboard box.

In face! Reginald came through in the end, made a mockery of us all.

I’m going to prison.

I won’t return til the morn📚

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How do you know if youre in love? Its so easy to fall in love, but to acknowledge when youve started acting funny, when your brain decides to bring it down, answer that call, consider the options and still pull up the wrong answer despite multiple tests. You know when youre in love when you get excited for the slightest interaction, you know youre in love when the inkling of positive feedback comes through, the slightest contact.

I wish to be in love.

I find its difficult to be in love when youre stuck in a loop, but usually it is love that breaks you out of a loop, shows you something new, something exceptional.

I feel I have found that, but I am unable to bring myself to escape the loop, caught within responsibilities and the troubling self issues. It cant be too hard to break, surely you could underestimate the power of love but it will always come back to haunt you and thats why it will never leave you.

its best to embrace love.

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I’m going to break it down.

Theres never going to be a time when you could ever think to try with me - not now and not in a million years. How long will it take before you see that? I’m not going to sit idly by and pretend like everything is okay. But it was, it was okay. The man was lying from the start, through his teeth. Like us all when we bring ourselves thinking too deeply about politics and the nature of ceiling fans that bring us to viewing the television screen that is the inside of our eyelids.

Well, enough talk. Its time for action. I could be dead in the next moment but yet I breathe because I am alive. The breathe fills my lungs and here I stand continued with my life.

You couldnt bring yourself to continue breathing and you had to heave the air into your lungs yourself. You did that.

The fish will accept you, they’ll bring you into their home and speak the garbled nonsense only a true mastercraftsman could understand. Consider the breif life of a sunflower, it grows feral and wild, it dances lightly in the breeze, following the sun as it goes. I could not stop it - it was all too beautiful.

Im not one for formality, I’m yet to see someone who could exemplify such a thing. When you bring yourself to scream for joy you can call me. I’m in love all right, its nothing to be ashamed of but how will you know?

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No, it’s not intelligent you ignorant prick. You absolute lowlife scumsuck fuckbag. I dont even know where to begin with you sometimes, but once you see where this could be going you could begin to understand the complexities of running a morgue, I’m going to look down at my hands in anticipation but find that the blood has already reached my elbows. Youre not alone. Youre filled with fluid and burst in two. Fortunately for the salve and the medicinal knowledge of those staffed on hand it is as if nothing has happened to you at all. Remember the clock, there will never be another clock like this one so it is absolutely crucial that you inspect, mediate, meditate, and proliferate everything you can about this clock.

It is so important that you bring your life to the kettle and see that you are saved. Youre not going to be safe until you bring that knife away from your throat - that hand isnt going to move itself. Weaker people have fallen forwards into it and lost their will to continue, but not me, I dont trifle with such issues. One could find their skils with a knife palpable but I have no such qualms and never consider the liklihood that the man with the red tape could appear at literally any moment. The eager eyes of the sepia man bring fourth the appled pies and the drinks made of the most beautful crystal - the most elegant of them all is me. For the meantime while indesposed I could consider not screaming or eating the heads off of the things present but that could be arranged . The request was ingenuine but w e are beholden to honour every request as it is made so when they ask for a dart gun or a harpoon it simply must be seen.

youre a jaguar, the eyes of a wolf and the head of a fox, its raining, youre cold and never see the sun due to the ever present clouds that loom over your land. your only solace from the pain of the jungles is that you have a small stick that glows at night when the owls are asleep and the crippling fear hasnt caught up with you yet. Youre going to have to slow down or the rabbits cannot give chase as easily. Youre not going to hurt us, are you? You wouldnt do that.

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Theyre not even thinking - theyre making the words come to paper and confused as to the volume, theres so much. Theres so much that goes on and goes down that one cant bring themselves to do anything else but weep. I can bring you to your knees and respect the system and the beuracracy that comes around the trucks keep driving and they wont stop - this country doesnt take prisoners and it will kill you just like any other the crews will bring their scythes and their dry juices and bring you to your knees. The ducks are in their association, they teach the guitar and head on to the words that one could bring the needs of the many towards the masses. Think about it - you could be sitting on the side of the road and a person you have been waiting for your whole life could have been right there with you the whole time - none of that movie stuff like real proper stuff youve been waiting for, whatever that may be.  Hey, they like the things you do, they like the interaction you have with the rest of the other things, why not? You could give it a chance, maybe put a gun in your hands, see where your aliegances are aligned when the gun is within your grasp and youre asked to pull the trigger. Youre not part of the system, youre not a part to these rules. The truck can wait, youre not going anywhere buddy. Working in the world can have its ups and downs but can you imagine actually expressing your thoughts for once? I could go on for hours about this but I think its a little too personal to bring into being. Try it out.

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Theyre here, not this or that or theother. Theyre one and the same - the mandibles are coming off good sir! Bring upon the head of the largest king you will find the throne of the one who should be known as Camelot but not quite. The earth is round and flat. Bring upon the local steed in which we may partake in tea and crumpet bargaining. You shall not remind my nameupon that which you fear. You fear not which you can sea but that which you crave. I was right to kill you. The insects make a meal of your bones and they make a meal of your eyes. The eyes, the ever important windows to the soul. It is said that one looke upone a larged winged spaned would crash upon the mountainside not quite away form the sleepy town of Sarrak.  I’m not one to make you a fool, but shouldnt you be drinking? If not - shouldnt I? Perhaps what were about to do will become so high  concept its fashionable. Never aggain will I suffer at the hands of the knide wielding knights. The continual manual check within the condies of your cell come from the fact that a simple plague doctor and a jumping man make up a better national  defense against the darkened arts.. Consider if you will, Professor Trechearchy, He is an extrascience in the splenid town making merry.  they wine is not much think of she would sample a sherry. I an gacubg a short burst of liver faliure. You’ll never take me aloie comrades. Youre not going to bring that one to the boil? You fall in love with the idea of your brain finding these lucid dreams upon which we find ourselves trapped in this very insane time bringing it upon the world of the loser time fuckin here he comes its the marshall’s daughter filled with so many many batons and nightsticks that we simply don’t know what to do with it all. I find its easiest to cough when you bring it around town - no not in that way, maybe. Its more complicated than that. Youre no ready, theyre not ready. In fact I dont know if anyone is ready. The drums keep echoeing and the rhythm doesnt stop, the chorus of guys and girls who bring their instruments to the table and head on into the circle pit to play a simple game with their friends has become a foreign concept. Id never consider how many thrums could chime in together with such a harmony as those who bring eveyrhing back to those who could be on the line with anyone anyway. Its not time to think about that. Its time to think about how many times you can think about the things that you didnt think about, maybe, you could bring all this back to another head but the hedgemaze could be large, monstrous even. No youre not - not here - not again. Its not one of those things you can just come up with on the spot - its one of those things that bring about the solar system and how it all forms because I mean if you think about it - it is all connected in some way, I dont need to prove myself to you! why should I? I can be indepentend  - i am strog, I am powerful. Hes not resting -not now, he cant bring it back - theyre no coming back. When the knife met their head it didnt even cause a sound. There was just a hug that fell upon the rooom. Imagine youre watching a soccer match, the players are trying their best but its no use because their legs are made of paper and their arms are made of pizza. Theyre not italians, theyre not spanish, theyre not even sonic players - in fact I think theyre made of Playstation 2s but we dont talk about that

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Remember the bicycle from when you were younger? The red one not the blue one. Its important that you are able to visualise it because it is the first step to a very important twelve step program that i will leave to you to decipher. Whenever you want really. Some people kill for money but me i dont kill at all because killing is murder and mudder is ellegal in several states but mostly where we’re both from. How long does the hair of a sloth grow? Honestly asking. Maybe now isnt the time. Bringing it back five we can think about how the window opened four the glasses were not lining up with the frame and therefore the glass simply two fell out one popcorn is done but not yet you cant eat it yet becayse my nails are not ready for the moisture. Whats a gun got to do with anything? Maybe. When teams fortress two gets a gun maybe i will play but maybe not? Im sorry boss, this is the end of the line. Not for you, not for me, but that guy. You know. That guy whos about to breathe his life due to it being statistically likely, theres approximately one every 10 minutes. How does the washing machine do that song it does at the end of its cycle? Ive got some theories but i wanted to run them by you because i love you so so so dearly like a brother or sister. You mean the world to me and i consider us very strong and great friends. Windmills are almost certainly the sort of location a coven of witches will gather, their powerful magics laced with a charming amount of soap are sure to complete a concoction which will not only hex the neighbours but give you a safe secure place to finally hang your hat. :)

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Theyre coming thick and fast. The words, they fly out like marmosets considering how many two minute noodles can really be stuffed in your gullet before you count the minutes and seconds. I mean it can come slower maybe? It could take some time to bring it back to basics, back to the way its meant to be. Bringing it around town and back down and back up. You know why? its because I smile. When you dont feel like smiling, if you feel like sighing, perchance take the time, to sing. To Dream. Forget your worries, forget your cares, because the biggest one is back, hes back and hes claiming everything. Its all for him. Dad. Googling his name only brings up a picture of you though, you and your lies. You could be him but I daresay youve exploited a bug into the system of a down. Super smashing those brothers will come at a heavy cost, all of that time spent bringing Super Mario’s face into the dirt and reminding him what a filthy little boy he is will all be in vein. Blood Veins. The heavy cost I refer to is of course the immense dread one feels when you destroy something. Really give it to whatever youre giving it to. Really make it see how many times it can count to one before having a stroke, or perhaps some sort of toothache related headwear. My Eyes. Remembering the loss of a friend is a difficult thing, and I hope that one day we can all come to terms with the unfortunate demise of 2pac, alas, he is not dead. In fact, when he died, i was born. I like to think in every sense of the term: I am 2pac. I am him in every single way and noone can convince me otherwise. Walk your dog, I’m there. Toast your bread, I’m there. Bring your kettle to a boil and place the egg in with hopes, laying in wait, to eat a crisp, hard boiled, soft, hard, elegant, chipper egg… I’m there. There will never be a time where I am not there because in truth, I was never really gone. 2pac taught me that, and he can teach you too. You only need to open your mind to his grace and behold his majesty. Steak Dinner? 2pac probably wont be there but I might be there if you feel like I’d want to have some and you give me some without me asking because that would be nice I think that would be really nice of you to give me some of the steak if you like no pressure but please do give me some of the steak but dont make me ask for it please oh please dont make me beg for the steak as I am so hungry and I hope that on your own volition and on your own merit you will perchance offer me some of your steak and it doesnt have to be much it doesnt have to be grand it just has to be a small part of your steak dinner that you offer to me and allow me to consume in front of you with a huge grin on my green face. The years, they start coming. Hit the ground. The ground will break into a full sprint. Will you be ready for impact? Brace, my friend. Brace.

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we’re counting down the minutes, we’re counting down the moments, we’re counting down the seconds! What will you do when it happens? the world needs to know. You will be the only one who will be able to manage a victory so we are relying upon you and only what you can do to save the whole world! What you think you will need will be worth the wait because when you think how many days you could spend upon a deserted island is about half as much as what you think you could stand upon a deserted island is about a quarter or perhaps a third of what you think you could stand upon a deserted island upon a deserted island you could stand upon a deserted island is about half as much as you could stand upon a standing desert how about you stand upon a deserted island as to what you think could be done about the standing upon a deserted island and a deserted island is about half as much as you could stand.   Bees, can we trust them? Maybe. Signs point to yes. Signs point to yes. The signs, they point to yes? They do! They point to yes, those signs. The signs. Theyre pointing. The signs are pointing in the yes direction most verily! What happens when you hit yourself with a shovel? Ow. What happens when you hit ME with a shovel? Ow also, but you dont feel it, therefore did the pain even exist? You didnt feel it so I mean whos to say i’m not lying? I could be simply copying your reaction to the shovel and felt no pain and there was a mutual feeling of no pain! It could be done! That being said, yellow jelly beans could not be further from liars. I would rather a Yellow Jelly Bean upon the stand in a court of law then any of the nations bluest politicians! Think about it, what do they like? What do they like? They like a few things but none of them are good. Tremendous anxiety! Tremendous Terror! Behold the Beholder, its twos a penny to fold her! Three shillings to mold her, and a pound to scold her! No matter no man could e'r eat such a beauty, but cower in its firey wake! Alas! Sweet sparrow, your time is short and your body so small, alas, you will not last the winter. But In turn I do jest, I believe the sparrow will survive the nights of forty and more! For I have constructed for you upon the stitch’d hand of mine, this neat little cosy jumper for the elegant little falcon in training. For it is within the eye of the sparrow that one doth note upon their own semblance of personality and wit. Trials and tribulations, they are all for naut when one considers their health, for it is paramount that you remain at the very least, above the 1 mark. For if thou was to spend just a moment at Hades’ door, well, you know the rest. Opening the doors so welcome so wide, in a mutual arm enclosure will the devil embrace you. No, protect one’s health. Do not fall below one. One is the most powerful number in all of humanity, it is the essence for which life grips and builds from anew. My eyes do glow at the concept of mortality. I could consider many universes in which I do not die, and so in turn do I yet live? Through the universes in which I took the correct path, made the right decision, ate the least shit? The simple hand of fate is an easy one to manage, but an impossible task to predict. You simply cant predict some of the things that happen in your life, and thats just the truth of it. Dentists, for example. You ask a Dentist, hello Dentist how are you today I hope you enjoy looking at teeth? and they will say “no, in fact my life is pain, every single day Johnny Tooth the Tooth Devil comes to my dreams and makes me dance the hokey pokey til im blue in the knees, and bleeding from the elbows, and bugs and lice have gnawed at my hair and fingers. But otherwise its a really fulfilling carreer that everyone should strive to achieve for in the medical field! ” “ That was John, now back to you, John. Hello its me, John Dark Souls here back at you again with another video game let us play the game game of the video game Dark Souls the Third One with James Franco on the couch with me here today and what are we doing here James Franco who sits beside me to the place nearby to where I currently am? Hello John Dark Souls its me James Franco and I am sitting close to where you currently are in the hope to play a fantastic game of Dark Souls the Third One alongside my friend John Dark Souls, and as we know, he is the best Dark Souls The Third One player in the whole world and so we should show that young fellow the most respect that ever happened. Swords can swing, Axes can swing, but maces? Maces THWUMP. thats just a fact. also Arrows. They do uh   ……   )—–>  ftunk  ! For this I am truly sorry I do not own a diamond sword. I am not an epic gamer. I can only dance the macarena.

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The Wheel! I find it mesmerising. The tremendous indignity of it all. Fortunately I had a rock stuck in my shoe, allowing me to duck JUST in time to avoid the deadly spikes on aisle three, their pointed ends lead to bloody deaths and therefore it was within the greatest combination of luck and skill that I was able to avoid the deadly spikes that resided on aisle three. What is within a name, perhaps letters, perhaps a bone? Bones make me consider or think. They make me bring something new to the table, something bold, something never before seen - something in 4K definition that must be seen to be believed! My head beckons me to think more on the bygone years under the tyrannical rule of the one they call  Scooter McFee and the Terrible Three! The irish bastard never let me have a wink of sleep! Always poking! Always joking! never once considering that maybe, just maybe, I’d like a slice of the pie this time!? Hm? One day you’ll see, you’ll all see! The beginnings of an era. The placement of the terror. My legs are snakes and my arms are badgers, now what will you do? Were you to cut me I would bleed like a man, so what am I? The cascading levels of juice echo around the cave walls that surround us, pinging and clanging like metal to a sheet. Sneezing can be deadly if the matter that tickled your nostrils was pure hydrogen in a huge amount. Could you withstand a bullet? Could anyone? I could. I have withstood a whole barrage of bullets! 50232 to be exact! I stood in front of a World War Two gattling gun, but at this stage of the war the gattling gun had become more of a joke than anything else, and honestly the bullets were more political comments than anything else - and the gun was more a slew of racist comments from a certain tiny tiny man we can call Moron Supreme but everyone just called him Hoi. Hey now - dont look at me like that! Dont look at me! Dont! you fuck! you absolute fuck wank! I hate you! Try your luck at the spinning ball game or dont! Fuck you! Come play the game! It will fucking feed my kids! No? Not interested? Not one with the teens? Perhaps a bit of light reading would jog your nog? Evidently not. Failing to ameliorate the situation, I turned to face the door and never spoke about my plants again. It seems as though the killer walked through this room, but what did he leave? was it the napkin on the sofa? Perhaps a jaunt through the bedroom to stab up the sheets? Causing them to bleed? No - thats simply too easy. Thats too common. No. Our killer wouldnt do that. Not him. Not now. Not when we’re SO close. Not in this timeline. Not in this timeline that the happening happens. Remember me. Remember me when the war comes. I’ll be there on the front line, in the trenches, on the beaches, in your bedrooms, lighting your cigarettes, slapping your bottoms, partaking of your wine drinking and simply existing with and or without you. You’re going to need to keep up I cant run for much longer but oh I can run

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Sometimes when we see such peerless skill displayed in such a gratuitous fashion we forget what really matters and we forget how to truly get to the heart of the problem when it comes down to video games and their manner in use to be the things that they are and the things that they’re not and how to properly analyse the issues that are latent within the system and not including the viable nature that the video game world represents as per the Nicolas cage anullment agreement of eighteen forty 2 and not including the representatives of the green court as their policies are not welcome in such private matters such as video game literacy and the heart and soul wherein the game truly lies and finds its passion. However, I concur. Fortunately for us this is a foreseeable problem and therefore an issue that is also something people can sort out in a timely fashion - not so fast that the whole eastern seaboard go to the farmers market but close enough that Santa can feel the elves little feets stip step around and down their chances. I’ve never been okay with murder, and evidently video games are murder makers so what happens if I murder someone and I don’t play video game? Where is issue? Must be in the tabletop games as we can only see the bible played out in stunning 8th dimensional rift technology bringing you light speeds more worthy content as we follow jimmy the dinosaur out to the supermarket despite the commercial for the waiting pepper spray to continue on like a sit com with Nicolas Cage at the helm. You are a safety pilot aboard a submarine bound for eastern Maine somewhere near Kentucky and nowhere near Kansas is that clear soldier? Perhaps. I’m not a map. I’m a map maker, I make the maps and the maps get made by me that makes me the map maker. I’m just going back to the gunfight right after I finish the work I had been given a couple other ones but it wasn’t for a good day. Young man who cares for you to come back in a game like this team forever two? No! Nay! Me not bad me good fortunate grapple! He swings left, he swings right! Sold! To the man in the red shorts! Says the auctioneer themed boxer as he knocks out Mike Tyson in 3 audacious hits. Downloading elegance by almie was one of the greatest decisions I ever made and when they arrive where will you be. Will you sit there, feet on your shoulders trying to tell people to run? Their last race behind them but still pushing on. My hands hurt. They are bleeding from their wounds but they keep running on - don’t lose that fighter spirit in you yet my son. You’ll need yo use your skills in the days to comE. Egg whites more like ehh, [racism). Alright terry, how about giving your ol mate a snip of the hrsd🔥🔥🔥. Wolfgang Amadeus MorningWood was an influencer and a great 👍 hope you’re well with the family today I hope that they have been able to find out everything there is to know. There is so much more. Evidently I’m got target upon back. Trying to run only trains my legs faster, so run, run, run with your heart. You’d be gutter trash first than dancing for the king. Poor boiler, though his foot tapped in time, thru Germaine’s even then. Jog! Bring him shop. He’s god and bleeds He ggggggg us