July 21, 2011
You guard your vaults of fleeting comfort with a renowned bestiality, an undivided duvet of wasted efforts on a treasure that has already succumbed to the vestiges of rust, a deluge of nonsensical stupidity in your fallen demise towards ensuring the safety of such a conspicuous ideal that left so long ago, blew away with the autumn winds and melted into the eastern seas.

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