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random
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birdmad
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running burning not making sense fractal geometry and chaos theory hell breaks loose and ixion slips free of the wheel shit happening all at once
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010209
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dean-bean
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Random: djhfsldkgsdlkjngfsdlknfsdfjn It doesn't make any sense, but it sure feels good.
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010210
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misstree
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the nail in the shoe on the horse at the battle in the war
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010211
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shai hulud
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for want of which a kingdom was lost....
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010211
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Hallkwik
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when i read "kingdom" in the blathe before this, i thought of "chicken sandwich". honest. how's that for random?
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020706
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Nothing is random, everything can be predicted, given enough environmental information.
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030425
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tilt
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fish are eaten with yogurt and honey nut crunchy bits and foolish people look on wondering why they're there at all.
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051112
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AfPRicochetMVP
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beef.......stew yup, it's broken
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051113
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raze
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i grabbed the nearest book, opened it to a random page, and got a clean paragraph at the top. this is what it says. "the gospel singer took a step backward. he saw death in the man's face. the wild, desperate, reaching-after-life in the man's eyes frightened him. the gospel singer had never put his hands on another man in his life with the intention of healing him. he'd never once said that he could do it. but he knew that people had been saying that about him, saying that he could and did heal the sick, and make the lame walk. and here was a man standing before him whose sickness was death, whose time was upon him. it showed in his dark colorless eyes and skin. the odor of it hung about him as distinct as smoke."
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220921
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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