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Chaos is my North Star My god Because it is only through chaos That we can burn down the underbrush and weeds Of old ideas Old systems Bureaucracies and impediments And plant Hyacinths of truth But then again Ask me about all this When I am 49
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
Eris
Chaos is my North Star My god Because it is only through chaos That we can burn down the underbrush and weeds Of old ideas Old systems Bureaucracies and impediments And plant Hyacinths of truth But then again Ask me about all this When I am 49
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
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