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ruinous village decaying city burning in the hour of momentous destruction hording a collective of memories shattered remains collect dust in the frame work of your free will useless knowledge fiendish desires they will destroy you in the end all will crumble in your vain society hurting the masses with your corrupted vision forgotten memories disperse into knowledge carried by the bird of Spring caressing the objectless awareness knowing without seeing feeling without understanding &n
Take a Seat and Die: The Final Supper
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There has to be more to creating art than making other people say "thats good, wish I could draw like that"...
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Peace and love above all else
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A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones that need the advice.
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