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Dec 2014
humor is the hotline ,
to the whole centre consciousness

Here's a joke:
What's left when all the mistakes have turned to dust , blown away by winds of change?
A fine sculpted piece of consciousness and three eyes with vision expanded.
Fah
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Fah  Nomad
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   Brycical and Sombro
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