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Oh, what? The, uhrm, punchline. From the dream? I had to look, but not far.
Direct quote, mine to another. A brother of sorts.
Love? Like a brother. Sure. Give or take, only on the right side.
True, but not you, you, brother.
For fiddling while time burns. As a timekiller?
Not I. If I were an observer, wishing to fiddle, I would approach with care.
I do have sympathy... empathy? Sometimes.
Terrifying?
You have no idea.
Created for the opposite reason? God will not be undone.
As I laugh, possibly last, so shall the world laugh with me?
Oh, I am laughing. Alone or otherwise, with or at, from out there, makes me no never mind. I am not afraid to be called what I am not, nor what I am. Truthfully, no never mind. Through the dream, to finding music, even at those who see the simple, find offense, without catching the divine.
I do believe at least half of you, if half so clever as you suspected, so actually understanding what was written, would be twice as triggered as you already think you are. If half the remaining half of you hate from being at least in the ballpark. Love me some hate, if more for the right reasons. Gotta take what is available, sad but true. Sempronius Densus
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