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I remember your name, I remember your game. I hold no hatred for the hurt, the wound has long since healed.

It's raining Baby where should

I'm sorry, I'm Canadian. Try not to shoot me. It might be worth it.

Heaven cannot be thwarted for on earth is where it is found

Observations from the spirit.

Some thoughts on Modernism

It's a call to arms, but not of bullets and bombs.

What is revealed to the dancers.

I was stoned when I saw This.

In the culture of deceit, truth is found by those to whom truth is bound.