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Noblesse oblige


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The sun is shining bright outside, traveling across the ice, resting on snow
and filtering through America herself into my window. Today, my final deed
is no less than the continuation of a nation. A people. United under my rule.
Keys cackle as I log into the Lancashire national administrative interface.
With care, I limp down the page, until finding my purple beacon. Or, perhaps,
in more depressive times, a blue beacon will be on guard instead. But one is
always there. Patiently waiting. I move through it and find on the table before
me a basic, neatly typed list of finances. It looked as though it had always
been there, and yet there was not a speck of dust on it. Now, at the bottom,
I sign on the dotted line. In blood. It will be so, so, so, so long before another harvest.
But I still feel it every time.

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"Tywin Lannister" viewed his kingdom from the balcony of his tower. For miles upon miles, the Kingdom's crop filled the sight under sparkling sunlight, and the sweet smell of the air. He was the world's most powerful drug dealer, but money was never enough. More important was the goals one could achieve with money as a tool and servant.

 

He knew that victory begins with passion, a sense of ambition and urgent patience that methodically crafted plans that would inevitably come into fruition; enacted by a master of disguise who knows how to direct focus and perception.

 

From this passion came strength, the experience and ability necessary to overcome a continuous series of obstructions and setbacks. The acceptance that every success would follow nine failures. The clarity of vision to make even failure into success.

 

From this strength of will comes power, the "Will to Power." Power, which reinforces the soul, forges the heart into steel and iron, purging weakness from the mind. A mind of cogs and wheels that multiplies power, leading to victory over every opponent, every desire. The victory this obtains over life, over weakness, over death. The victory through power that is freedom.

 

He gazed over the landscape, and inside his mind a million thoughts brewed a dozen more plans. But they were not his plans.

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0/10 $%&@ up.

The final lines

aren't even at

all, you pleeb.

 

EDIT: This came off meaner than I intended. But the lines are even so... yeah. 

 

0/10 The last two lines

aren't even lined even

with the previous nine

which are only loosely

aligned. If we're being

creative in a lame way

we might as well try to

do it in the correct way

Edited by Unknown Smurf
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Each day I pay my dues

That button blue in hue.

For every update hour,

With each click, comes power.

A deal here and there

Confirming all is care.

Recall, we're all at play

For pixels do not stay.

Edited by Ovidsidios
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Showtime, motherfucker, it's on
Apocolypse now, I'm droppin' this bomb
You can't fuck with this song
I'll stick to this spliff, I'm not klapping this bong
I'm a wild child, I don't wanna go to bed
Oh, shit, sorry man, I'm stoned again
Ooh, now everythings getting so psychedelic
When I'm doos dronk then I forget all my fokken lyrics
Like um, uh, who gives a fuck?
Don't worry 'bout it, just blow a kiss to me
I like danger, romance and mystery
I'm a lucky ducky, get mad shit for free
I rock more bling than Mr. T
I make it look easy 'cause it is to me
My daddy says it's lekker fokken spif to see
A South African cherrie makin' history

Baby's on fire
She's got me going fokken crazy soos a man naaier
O jirre God se Jesus

Baby's on fire

Hi-Tek, drop that four to the floor
I get real paid, what you think I do this for?
My bodyguard help me get to the bar
Neill Blomkamps makin' me a movie star
A lot of bad boys wanna piece of me
If you're a lucky boy I'll let you sneak a peek
My Zef styles motherfuckin' freaky-deek
I don't got beef 'cause I don't eat no meat
I'm on some other shit, yo, I know I speak unique
Fuck your whole shit up when I freak the beat
I love it when Kimmy talks sweet to me
C'mon, c'mon, Kimmy, Kimmy, speak to me
I take a trip down memory lane
Like yo, fuck fifteen seconds of fame
I'm a young blood comin' up fresh in the game
Yo-Landi Vi$$er, motherfucker, you all remember the name

Baby's on fire
She's got me going fokken crazy soos a man naaier
O jirre God se Jesus

Baby's on fire [x4]

Aaah, freak out!
No need to get so deep
Nothin' quite like a motherfuckin' techno beat
A techno beat - a techno beat
A techno - a techno - a techno beat
Just say what's up, don't try to get so deep
You know me, maar ek ken jou nie
Ek ken jou nie - ek ken jou nie
Ek ken jou - ek ken jou - ek ken jou nie

Baby's on fire
She's got me going fokken crazy soos a man naaier
O jirre God se Jesus

Baby's on fire

Flame on, motherfuckers
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