The cruel war thing and money pit - I am no longer going to abide.
We should rise and spike the truth into their balloon of lies and drink and burn and howl.
Make the Dude's death a statement man, leave a big greasy mess with an eyeball floating in
No more time or this species, you see my blood and my brethren, when I go, It All Goes. The trick is to avoid becoming a cloud of muddy dust in space.
Planets are not tightly packed like a snowball.
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