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If your battle is grammar and language correctness in modern society, and you like to diagram sentences in your spare time and always finish the crossword before the train comes into your station, well, I commend you on your black and white checkered skills, but you will be forever bitter. Because we pull it out in ookook eekeek flinch bang boom speak, afferent preferred and synapse kicked stone, mystery kids. Bring it up to me, all this knowledge we've gained,
I'll tell you a story about a million deaths in hundred days and how blood makes a lovely fertilizer and how machete's are low tech but high design and about a war that will never end that isn't the middle of anything and its only direction is towards crazier in the guise of a sea of rocks and hardheaded human waves; something equally stupid.