Monday, September 24, 2007
Within his bristling bosom there was the force, which he tapped into thru meditation. Considering the void, Squirrel envisioned an eponymous frigid arena- Squirrel’s rink, wherein combatant hockey players battered one another into the boards. This was the soul. Squirrel also envisioned a plank of phosphorus alloy, glistening in the blank universe. This was the ego.
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I believe in the smoldering crust of turpitude. Many a time have I been saved by the wrathful SQUIRREL's mercy. I am but a quark. A pico-sphere of cosmic unimportance. SQUIRREL is the infinite electron. Existing within and binding together all of creation. All hail.
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