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| "...You consider yourself to be only one thread of those which are in the tunic. Well, then it was fitting for you to take care how you should be like the rest of men, just as the thread has no design to be anything superior to the other threads. But I wish to be purple, that small part which is bright, and makes all the rest appear graceful and beautiful. Why then do you tell me to make myself like the many? And if I do, how shall I still be purple?" - Epictetus I live the Philosophy of the Phoenix: Mayhap this time will be different. Energy never dies. We go on. The Worlds turn endlessly on their axis. White over Red, thus Gan wills ever. |
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
good, haha i couldnt remember.
yeah i did, its very cool!
Me and my sister
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
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When all lights go out, look for the Nova. Casanova. Unlimited.
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
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When all lights go out, look for the Nova. Casanova. Unlimited.
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
...Or something like that.
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
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