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back at the pawnshop
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one should not chase the electric dream, but strive to became an extension to its dreamer
Automatism in the age of the children of Unix.
It's a box of antique photographs. A blade, a girl and a fish. Whatever it means, you're invested.
Now that you're a surrealist, become a Techno-Mage:
I'm pretty sure they're just beer bottles filled with gasoline, but who knows?
Whether they're instant knowledge potions, reading ability potions, or deadly poison, I want to drink a sixpack of those.
That would explain the flame wars...