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| Through the sands of time, under the watchful remaining eye of Nefertiti...eroded and caffeinated... balanced by yoga sun-salutations and Jack Daniels...you have found my world. You have delved far into the reaches of cyberspace on the tails of fleeting electrons, only to be disappointed by this rubbish. Yes...the planet is shaking, and I'm at it's fulcrum, tilting the balance that aeons have constructed. I'm giving you the choice... |
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| to go back...or move onward (which is what I would do after reading any kind of warning). |
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