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The World Is RED
I will be logging into this trash whenever I feel like, which will likely be sporadic due to unforeseen bouts of curiosity interspersed with nostalgia like the bone chips on the wall amidst the blood from a shotgun blast and I no longer care enough to give any sort of real personal information and regardless I'm going a very long distance and using another name so providing information I'm separating myself from would be pointless much like packing the streamers of your intestine back into the disemboweling wound split from your solar plexus to your groin.
In short: its Gaia, holyshit. Its not important.
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