in hushed corners they dare not speak my name, these cowards shall curse my lofty spirit forevermore
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upon bloodied stone i rip the ripe blade of foucaldian truth: 'class is an identity', angelicly said
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surrounded by ankle-biting materialists, we truth-seekers shall stand tall. glory towards metaphysik!
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dumpster boy probably
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