sisyphus it's a silly thing to think that light has no soul

but sometimes it doesn't and the hallways really are dead
epitome of incomprehensibility A note from epitome and Al Gore: fluorescent lightbulbs save energy.

On another note, this used to be my one of my favorite words as a kid. I used to like bright colours, with a fondness for magenta and eye-numbing highliter yellow. Also swirly, psychadelic designs on clothes. My uncle used to say that I should have been born in the 70s. No such luck.
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