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To be Comitted or Not to be Comitted

Started by Delthion, May 06, 2019, 05:04:57 PM

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MathLuk

YES!
Italians will kill and die for a world without pineapple pizza!
By what strange trick of fate do our paths cross anew?


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The Grey Coincidence

Yes
Pizza used to be a peasants dish. And peasants used to add cow dung to bread to make it nutritious. 'Nuff said.
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MathLuk

By what strange trick of fate do our paths cross anew?


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The Grey Coincidence

No.
The truth is true, but more often than not it shall not set you free
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Delthion

No.

The bride of the Demon weeps insanely into the night for pure joy.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

MathLuk

Yes.
Without all three of conviction, reason and emotion, no action matters.
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The Grey Coincidence

No because your statement made sensez yes because it's not necessarily true...

Demonic weeping is often misleading and designed to beguile he who oh does see it .
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Sebias of Redwall

No.

If we are but not anything than what is something that nothing is a part of everything?
"I can only speak two languages. English and rubbish." ~Brian Jacques

"No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly."

"Evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in."

~JRR Tolkien

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The Grey Coincidence

Nope.
Grey is red and red is blue, which is green and yellow too.
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Delthion

No, it does make you sound like Dr. Seuss though...

The linear development of matter increases exponentially with your dietary involvement with the Sphinx.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Russa Nodrey

No.

Happy Herman ate several pounds of haggis.
Freddy

The Grey Coincidence

Yes. Happy Herman isn't real...
Johnny Jon John Joan Joined The Justly Jonny Jogging Jones.
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Sebias of Redwall

Err...No?
The sky is grey though sometimes pink,
But if it was red just what would you think?
If red wasn't blue, yet blue was yellow,
Would we be able to find the banana fellow?
"I can only speak two languages. English and rubbish." ~Brian Jacques

"No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly."

"Evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in."

~JRR Tolkien

Long live the RRR!

Delthion

No, your just Dr. Seuss. ;D

The moon shifts at dusk, the greyness beneath is known only by the shambling jingle of the bells of noon.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Tungro