One must have codes and conduct
Or just never give a fuck.
One either believes in oneself
Or old fables on a bookshelf.
One must fight with the rules
That deciphers eternity from fools.
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...
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