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The Earth is nothing but phlegm spat out by the Sun, and our immediate solar system a whirlwind of boulders. There is no "delicate balance".
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― From a "Race of Masters" to a "Master Race": 1948 to 1848
― From a "Race of Masters" to a "Master Race": 1948 to 1848
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Only in fairytales exists a world of perfection. Our mission is not utopia, but eternal correction.
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― Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
― Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables