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Jan 2021
The past is history
The present is a gift
The future is rife with mystery and cheap tricks. Pain as well but bygons are bygons so take a seat.
Sit.
You're making me nervous, relax and watch the passage of time where all plans backend the truck in front of us.
Everyone's ******, I'd hope so, there's 7 billion people who still believe their plans laid out are worth believing.
My plans are laid out like legos, so I can crush them myself. Necessary if I plan to build her a palace beneath the worlds problems, just gotta keep up my health
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