The Feeder of wolves fell, worker of evil deeds. The poet chopped Ljot’s leg off, I brought Fridgeir peace. I do not ask reward from the splasher of gold for that. The spears’ din was fun enough, the fight with the pale man. -from “Egil’s Saga”



generous kilaton of dumb matter load-outs preserving memories for future efferent signals of poe

ten sapiential growth                                                                                                                     a planet wide experience     daemon whispers and feeble protests resplendant in the narrowly scoped injuction

against the modal average dose, presingularity archives that a glancing animal can



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