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I think of this whenever I hear the phrase, "there shall be gnashing of teeth"
Or something like that, anyway.
More like, a black person going, "Nnh! The 300 are comin' and a crazy guy just chopped off my haid!"
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I have nothing intellectual to say today.
However, I am going to make a poem about Pontius Pilate at some point, even though Easter is over.
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Sieze the day, to the death. There is no potential that shall be passed by, there is no piece of glory to fall by the wayside, there is no soul to left unsaved by the brilliance of language. As writers, we are gods.
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