Our thing progresses I call and you come through Blow all my friendships To sit in hell with you But we’re the greatest They’ll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares? Still the Louvre.
frASVenM<LOLOMKStolne, stupid caps lock. Let me try again.
RaaaaaavensjoonStone, ugh...
RavenMoonStone, success! I am going to try again. Maybe I was only lucky.
RavenMoonStone, okay people! If your username has Caps in it, use caps lock! And then be slow... Got it? Good.
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“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly
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