~master skipper
p.s.: dale, I want to rip out your lungs. I mean that with the best intentions possible, that being your imminent death.
(btw, I'm not a psychopath, I'm just pissed.)
The wheels of the world keep spinning. Sometimes you're caught in the middle, sometimes you're flung to the edge. In the midst of the chaos there is order; when all is lost, too much is found. Method will be found in madness; confusion found in pattern. To comprehend would be incomprehensible; misunderstanding, understandable.
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