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But we are ready

We're camp and the sigen for you Behrie. Wrake and sing for Dich

Freight The wind is bright, the right, the right now has the right,

For I height, The high mouth is white.

Talks here's sin the right.

There come for the sighing for a day.

For I hate.

Hi.

Thursday today because I won't be able to do it tomorrow, so I figured I had some time.

I'll sneak one in.

Honestly, mostly because I'm just addicted to opening these Desert Storm trading cards.

It really is the gift that keeps on giving.

Just a flashback to the birth of the world that we're all going to live in, as long as we're around.

Well, that's not true, certainly.

Not as long as we're around, you know, because we never go anywhere.

Matter, after all, can neither be created nor destroyed.

We're all eternal in that respect, because, you know,

there's no outside of the universe.

And we spin around in that ether and get brought together in forms that regard ourselves and each other and that experience then becomes this collective suspended

eternal moment that we just branch off of before returning to.

But certainly this version of ourselves, the ones that we have erroneously identified as, you know, our identity, the one that we say, this is me, even though no.

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