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The everyman is as much defined by his lies as living honestly. In fact I think it's probably much more slated towards the former. One of my early 'pills on this came in the form of DPS measurements in World of Warcraft.
Most likely, they just wanted to play. I think that while floating in the amniotic fluid, they awoke to a brief dream, and for a short moment simply enjoyed some innocent play. Innocently, purely, artlessly... There is no malice in their brand new, pure hearts, and because they have no malice, they also have no conscience.
Your father... He fought on until the very end. He did his best...
It doesn't matter how many of you there are... So long as you, individually, aren't stronger than me... There's no way I'll lose.
They can be tamed with a little warm milk. Neutral drift keeps them all equally cute
And the broken face of this horizoned world is covered by crystalcross ice.
No one knew the old him. No one knew what became of him. He vanished as though he never existed.
Now excuse me, I have to work on Psycholonials. My accountant estimates over one dollar in sales.