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Some kind of metaphorical snowstorm:
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| My friend, the present is but a seed of regret nourished on the waters of emptiness. | |
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| Mocking, it makes me wear silly clown shoes. | |
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| A landscape of empty pleasures, bereft of succor or meaning. | |
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| Faded dreams, hollow ambitions, skunky beer. | |
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the impenetrable unfettered garblefab.
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| So be it. Darkness take me. Derive into the past. | |
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| D00D, WTF RU talking about? | |
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