in the wee hours of the morning when all of the normal people of the world are just heading off to work I am working my finger tips to bloody stumps building a bomb like a gnome with rosey cheeks and twinkling eyes riding a wolf into the sunset to save the forrest its something i started half a decade ago but like so many other brethren faultered not again i say not again its all coming together now with the movement and the motion the modes and the figures the language the meaning the blueprint the diagram the sacred math
you have been warned
turkish is hard
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