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It's Only Those Exceptional And Rare Individuals Who Have Brilliant Ideas Delivered To Them By The Muse, Complete And Gift Wrapped. The Rest Of Us Have To Work At It.

Existence Is Random. Has No Pattern Save What We Imagine After Staring At It For Too Long. No Meaning Save What We Choose To Impose.

They Say That Life's A Game, & Then They Take The Board Away.

Love Doesn't Have A Point. Love Is The Point.

Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Everything's Possible Nothing Is True.