At The Point Of Gluttony: Death Chops Vegan
Channel: Returner Trilobite
Date: 2016-08-03

Perform violence when you wield the eye. Perform peace when you do not consciously control. Say what you will, expect circumspection. What's the difference between the vehicle, ultimately? Must leave, must leave. The time-lost plains contain but you must not be eaten, your one desire.

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Machete vines to make gains, an adventure unto itself. Given no machete, must be an adventure. Less adventure, more progress. You have no choice.

Given no steel, you developed against the wince. Receive the grate, the cage, decimal adventure with no guide. Never the fire pillar, must reach sky. How? Not by playing static solitaire.

Yours are the fourth. No, not the empire. Expose requiem of modern horrors, you past diary strings! At what point? None. Dance together.

The meta's touch is opposite of the finding father, sea-cursed. Why is this state inherently the scion? What do you fear unburied? Or do you pop-off?

It has no effect, crystal nor powder. Latch on to the irrelevant. Get lost in trivialities. May as well observe murderous children. Mysterious.