let me make your aquaintances...i'm colourblind
the skies of Ganymede opened and the voice had spoken!
you are the butcher, you wrestled that long horn puffing bull and took it to the slaughter house and started being creative and did your art,,,and now they have little petit boxes with red ribbon with a slice of L'emtaste De Re'Altin...
thats exactly what he meant...
if you look at all peices of art...poetry, songs, stories, music, in its purest and original form ,,then you'll see all these forms of expression have only one message...its all the same message....you have to figure it out on your own,,,if i tell you now you wont understand,,,
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