With utter disdain I look upon my working condintion. And yet it feels as though the posterior prediliction of territory and repute, belie the hidden nature of my domestic plans. How can one take route over such splendid land, yet to toil the timmultudes and agregiously endevor to MAKE WHAT THOU HAST GOLDEN.
and a speach from above.
Golden Turpitudes for the Timmultudes.
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