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No. 180

Do you smell it, the smell of piss, the smell of shit smeared up against the cornered homes of the slumbering homeless? The smell of...

No. 172

All my heroes have died, leaving me with only villains to aspire to.

No. 4

What do you know about the lives of animals? What do you know about their mother, their father, their sister, or brother? What do you...

No. 6

My friend, my foe, my lover of gold.

No. 138

We are heirs of the present through consummated marriage of the past and its future. Who can judge us but the children of man?

No. 136

All that which is searched for deserves to be found.

No. 124

​ Mecharianism: An architectural design built exclusively by machines of or near artificial intelligence, but not necessarily designed by...

No. 94

Here we are, beyond the grasp of space and time. I may have died, but now I am alive. My voice is your mind. No, not you. You. Yes, you!...

No. 420

Die fending high dreams, hide or call a cry. Twisted lies, melting man's inner trance. Placid lake of bluish hue, numbing bond.

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