Why, you don't want to be mesmerized? |
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Maybe because they are so freaky damn cute they might mesmerize me? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
Why, you don't want to be mesmerized? |
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We all live in a kind of continuous dream. When we wake, it is because something,
some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we have taken as reality.
Vandermeer
SAT (Sporadic Awareness Technique) Guide
Have questions about lucid dreaming? DM me.
Why are we copying Whose Line is it Anyways? |
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Can you see me now?
Why do you care? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
How is Steven Hawking so fucking smart? |
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Traitor!! Shall we burn him at the stake? Or drop him in a pool of sulphuric acid? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
Does it really matter? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
Me? A traitor? Perhaps you need your screws tightened? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
Isn't the game over because someone said a statment? |
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Why the hell should it be? Or are you one of those mood-spoiling, game ending mad monkeys? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
Or am I one of those awsome mad monkeys that makes shure that the rules of the game say the game is not over at all costs? |
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Why are we doing this, anyways? Are we really a bunch of stupid idiots with too much free time on their hands? |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
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