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filling an empty glass from an empty bottle." and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a

t know you anymore, and as we pass in the hall I feel myself weeping inside: knowing that the friendship that there once was has withered to but one glowing ember of a

I declare a war a fight for freedom against any system that's built to consume our power and maintained to divide our energy. A system where an honest