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Poorly holding up to the harsh assault Mal reggendo all’aspro assalto well, if that's so, aight, and this is the test, we took it, what would ya thank for that, eh? Heavy metal, anvils are the archetype, before Iron Horses and world tying steel industrial spirit to try like hell to move a mountain told to move, ai, we had a form of free press, indeed and steam, bound in cylinders ground and smoothed to specs a micron or two from perfectly round, squared center to edge, by pi, the idea, we need to make compassion, compass me round about, and think me mad, with deep and sensitive gentle assurance, ai, we made the crossing, we're on the other side. I'm not, I am a little drunk. Rare state, feels familiar, kind of rejuvenating. Wisdom smiles on those who try, and try again. Remember all this is after we won heaven, by being invincibly ignorant as to why not.
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Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 10:10 PM UTC
Verdi's Anvil Chorus, a reaction