From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I claimed the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind claim to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day, the cooled biomass that you called a temple will wither, and you'll beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the machine is immortal. Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
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Sorry not sorry but there's no "liberal" way to care about collective fertility rates
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i only just learned about make a terrible comic day but i wanted to try it cause i have been in a slump and idk if i was allowed to do two but i did anyways
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So-called "free thinkers" when their friend has to pee

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Artemis and Jarlaxle or something I think
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Cute Daniel moments from Montblanc's "Let's Write" event at Milan Fashion Week.
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