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History Repeats Itself

I wanted to post this earlier.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

And then I realize that I did the exact same thing in my old blog two years ago on October 6th. Creepy shit. But I think the emotion is well worth the repetition. Because right now, I must be strong.

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  1. I hope its nothing serious Muad'dib. If you need us there's a Chaos Gretchin and a Kinky Avatar of Khaine ready to drink A BOTTLE of Grande with you. =p

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  2. A bottle amputa. Hehe, it's nothing serious. Just feeling kinda sick and poor. Two days til payday!

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  3. Mai delay MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!

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  4. uluuul. shet ka meyn, harbinger of doom! hahaha! pero di nga?

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  5. I am the Stormcrow hahahahaha! Tag! No, no it's on time. Was just messing with your head hehe!

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