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competition.                                                                                the art of                                                     discrimination. its product, the inferior, whether by speed, smarts, billiards or darts. (a race to the end-all 'i am victorious') a winner and a loser, for a stalemate cannot be met with ease when such players practice with expertise. rebellion, revolution. two words that can stand alone when we all stand together. i feel an uprising of the subordinate few, growing and brewing beneath our very shoes. who had a clue? maybe i, but you?
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Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
stalemate
competition.                                                                                the art of                                                     discrimination. its product, the inferior, whether by speed, smarts, billiards or darts. (a race to the end-all 'i am victorious') a winner and a loser, for a stalemate cannot be met with ease when such players practice with expertise. rebellion, revolution. two words that can stand alone when we all stand together. i feel an uprising of the subordinate few, growing and brewing beneath our very shoes. who had a clue? maybe i, but you?
noel-irion
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Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
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