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===<span style="color: black">A message from Altair</span>=== | ===<span style="color: black">A message from [[User:Altair LaMont|Altair]]</span>=== | ||
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What a deliciously chaotic life we lead where most exalt in slight variations of the same postulation and yet see this as a justification to clash pugnaciously. The very same postulation grants the masses freedom the tyranny of responsibility, spawning a world where the erudite citizens can only ensconce themselves with a nice cup of tea and reflect glumly on the state of things. | What a deliciously chaotic life we lead where most exalt in slight variations of the same postulation and yet see this as a justification to clash pugnaciously. The very same postulation grants the masses freedom the tyranny of responsibility, spawning a world where the erudite citizens can only ensconce themselves with a nice cup of tea and reflect glumly on the state of things. |
Latest revision as of 11:21, 26 January 2009
Surreptitious TeakettlesSeren and Altair bid you welcome and invite you to prove us wrong.
A message from SerenIt is a strange era when fish can save the world, and geese can end it. We are well past the proverbial handbasket. Pervasive death... it tastes like orange zest, and smells like bubblegum. Yet, steal the feather of Icarus and meander along as if a prolific permanganate. Here we are, and here we remain, at risk of imminent explosion. And for those who seek a more obtuse itinerary: a million curses of dead, rotten fish! You ask "What is life?" That is the same as asking "What is a carrot?" A carrot is a carrot and we know nothing more.
A message from AltairWhat a deliciously chaotic life we lead where most exalt in slight variations of the same postulation and yet see this as a justification to clash pugnaciously. The very same postulation grants the masses freedom the tyranny of responsibility, spawning a world where the erudite citizens can only ensconce themselves with a nice cup of tea and reflect glumly on the state of things. You ask “What is a carrot?” A carrot is not an ingredient in my tea and I care nothing more. |