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Here is to the deceivers, death to all non believers! These miracles nothing more than smoke and mirrors. My fears have all aligned the planets of my spiritual life colliding within the fabric of time, no time for space. I'm cramped up enough as it is. This is it. Where all bets are off and winner take all (though there's never enough). We've raised the stakes and laid waste to all former claims. What use is new when I still haven't learned of old.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
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Here is to the deceivers, death to all non believers! These miracles nothing more than smoke and mirrors. My fears have all aligned the planets of my spiritual life colliding within the fabric of time, no time for space. I'm cramped up enough as it is. This is it. Where all bets are off and winner take all (though there's never enough). We've raised the stakes and laid waste to all former claims. What use is new when I still haven't learned of old.
james-stich
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
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