

The Disassembly of ReasonThe Aubergine. What is it but a lie? Sleek, smooth, full of nought be the very deceit of their purple kin and kine. I, for one, trust nothing they have to offer. The falsehoods they bear beneath their flesh is a lament, full of sorrow and mistrust.The Disassembly of Reason
Untruth is their chattel and sustenance, feeding leechlike from the guiltless, blameless people of the harvest. Trust them not and bear them the littlest of heed.
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Leave it be, it was meant for me, soul sacrifice, forgot the advice. Lost track of time in a flurry of smoke. Waiting anxiety for a fair judgement deserved.
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And that's how Sue "c"s it.
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