Cheese crackers and homemade lamps. Developing senselessly, defining in the darkness. Don't move, you'll scare your genius away. Catch the flower that blooms beside the sea, otherwise you're just another mingling thing. I read somewhere that if you know your name, you know your numerology number; therefore defining you to a set criteria that you must see fits in with your current selfish demands. Don't lie and say you're a charming number seven, don't even lie and say you've got more than 10. Just add up your numbers again, and you realize you're just a lowly one.
Don't.
Don't.
Don't.
Visit me in my grave. I decided long ago to remember you by your name. Even if you don't seem wily, even if you aren't deranged; you're still dangerous in my eyes and you've be cautious otherwise.
WAFFLES.
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