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says we should favor the simplest theory, all things being equal in this roll of dice life but I prefer the more complex if it means an Ear to hear
Though I run till my breaks hurt I have loved till I tasted dirt. And all of the embodiment of a 4’11 squirt. I have no reason to apologize for all of his lies.
What if I became a philosopher? Would it change me and open my mind? Will it teach me more than I have learned in high school? I long to understand the minds of many popular people
So lay your fears right down. My demon, my pet, my master. Set those blades to the skin made of plaster.