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For from dust we were created and to dust we shall return
she's the reason the dust i finally leave will be better than the dust i came from
dust bison
Reason #47: Like Dawn with 4,000 subtle shades of red, you are inspiration
I can only pray that, when I finally leave, I will have done little enough damage to be totally forgotten
When this horse tires, we shall eat it for strength.
We should all know what it is to hold death in our hands.
A journey ended begins again
the book of clean white pages, a poem of self absorption
from my perch atop the peaks of intellect
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
Born to fly
fear knows no names
Las Vegas
Songs from the Golem City
Beyond the suns that guard this roost
you, radiating out among the crush of people
Darwinism isn't a Religion
Four Quartets
Ash Wednesday
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