Subconsciously I awaken my small voice from the innermost depths of my rhetorical soul. But don’t worry, i’m a big girl now. I can bark like a dog and piss like a bear. Don’t mess with my power-panda. She may be cuddly, but her claws are sharp and her breath is sewerage wastelands.
There was a story once, far, far away in the back streets of Atlantis. It started at the heart of every mortal and finished when the screams of war as the clouds burst with revenge. Revenge against the greed of the human mindset. These things we still have not learnt. Our mistakes are all in vain, we seem to enjoy the pattern of self destruction. To what end? Our own.
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