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by @smallhandsxx

to invent something, one becomes obsessed with the one real altering "what" inventors spend summers and springs in their attics attempting mad tries concerning a last ambiguity being wise does not always work in said theorists' formulas madness breeds brilliance, but one botch will torch onlooker's perceptions -c.j.
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