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| player = protoomega00015 | | player = protoomega00015 | ||
| nickname = Aleph | | nickname = Aleph | ||
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| organization = Sycoil R&D | | organization = Sycoil R&D | ||
| job_title = Research Associate | | job_title = Research Associate | ||
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Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…. | Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…. | ||
− | '''TRANSMIT - initiate the lonely ghost signal -RECEIVE - initiate the abandoned frequency- ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER - initiate the rainbow protocols - THE SADDEST EXPERIENCE YOU'LL EVER KNOW - initiate the unloved syntax - WITNESS - Alexander Ryder''' | + | '''TRANSMIT - initiate the lonely ghost signal -RECEIVE - initiate the abandoned frequency- ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER - initiate the rainbow protocols - THE SADDEST EXPERIENCE YOU'LL EVER KNOW - initiate the unloved syntax - WITNESS - The Fool, Alexander Ryder''' |
See the red dust, sweetling. See the gently waving fields. See the browns, the beiges, the greys. Do you see the simple paradise? | See the red dust, sweetling. See the gently waving fields. See the browns, the beiges, the greys. Do you see the simple paradise? | ||
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So many tears you all can shed, sweetling. Draw closer. Hear the words. | So many tears you all can shed, sweetling. Draw closer. Hear the words. | ||
− | “I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.” | + | ''“I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.”'' |
Hear the haunted tones, sweet one. Does your simian heart break when you hear the young man chanting? | Hear the haunted tones, sweet one. Does your simian heart break when you hear the young man chanting? | ||
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A young boy of fourteen begins to awaken, as all your kind do. But his eyes do not turn to the soft curves and bright giggles of the women around him. No, though his life would be easier if they did! His gaze is drawn by the sharper lines of male forms, angles and planes. | A young boy of fourteen begins to awaken, as all your kind do. But his eyes do not turn to the soft curves and bright giggles of the women around him. No, though his life would be easier if they did! His gaze is drawn by the sharper lines of male forms, angles and planes. | ||
− | Initiate the house-is-not-a-home spectrum. | + | '''Initiate the house-is-not-a-home spectrum.''' |
The boy sits on the floor of his room. Do you see the barren shelves, sweetling? Do you see the man and woman standing in front of the boy, one holding a leatherbound book, both praying and sobbing? Not all families are made of love, sweet one. | The boy sits on the floor of his room. Do you see the barren shelves, sweetling? Do you see the man and woman standing in front of the boy, one holding a leatherbound book, both praying and sobbing? Not all families are made of love, sweet one. | ||
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Frostbite kills. Don’t lose any toes, Chuck'' | Frostbite kills. Don’t lose any toes, Chuck'' | ||
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