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I am the lone locust of the apocalypse. think of me when you look up at the night sky. i respect you.and ++ interrupt feed +++++ think. think. think. THE THING ABOUT THE FUTURE IS THERE IS NO FUTURE think. think. think.THE HARD THING IS BEGINNING.
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