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I'm Not A Great Deep Political Thinker.

…and There, In The Background, The Sky’s Sediment Had Sunk To A Place Where All The Woe Of The Words ‘i Am’ Dissolved Into Blue Peace. He Said It. ‘the Ocean.

If I Want To Act Relaxed, It's Going To Take All My Cunning, Skill, And Concentration.

Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet. Thus It Is, Trees Eat Themselves.

The Most Malicious God Is The God Of The Counted Chicken.