Hark!
The brazen bells of midnight upon the darkness toll,
But sleep, life's custom agent, won't take from me his dole;
Down paths so many follow, death would my spirit lead,
And death, when all considered, resembles life indeed;
While in my heart the balance does level stand between
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You're a moron, also we know who you are from your discord.
Really, I know its been a while but you should just fuck off and die Ball Anon.
>>51671678
A lie is simple, easy but I am only your voice, question, protest.
Nice try, clique-bait.
>>51671878
He suffered in the garden.
I cannot imagine the pain.
>>51671912
It does make sense. You're just working on a fifth grade reading level.
>>51671932
That is why we call it the art of paranoia.
Our machines could outthink us, and that was fine, as we built them to do so- fine, until they asserted that they could also outbelieve us.
You brush the soap bubble with your hand, but rather than pop its iridescence shudders as dozens of eyes open along rifts in the sphere.
What? O.o
>>51676359
Shitposters shitposting. Ignore him and he'll leave.
>>51676448
Creativity isn't shitposting.
Live, damn you.