No rakes on the street while I'm riding my futuristic machine

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"With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably."
โ€”Judge Aaron Satie
โ€”โ€”Carmen


actually this is a Serious topic, it's about how the progression of the future will always be outdone my the masses of the past
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"With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably."
โ€”Judge Aaron Satie
โ€”โ€”Carmen
FUCK

move this to flood plese

or delete it
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I could be nice and delete it.

But curious to see how it goes


 
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Goodness gracious, great balls of lightning!
I could be nice and delete it.

But curious to see how it goes
Delete it all you want I already screencapped it


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"With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably."
โ€”Judge Aaron Satie
โ€”โ€”Carmen
I could be nice and delete it.

But curious to see how it goes
you bastard!


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His eyebrows sparkling, his white beard hangs down to his chest. The thatched mats, spread outside his chise, spread softly, his splendid attos. He polishes, cross-legged, his makiri, with his eyes completely absorbed.

He is Ainu.

The god of Ainu Mosir, Ae-Oine Kamuy, descendant of Okiku-Rumi, He perishes, a living corpse. The summers day, the white sunlight, unabrushed, ends simply through his breath alone.
But I like it here, in the past. It's comfy and familiar.