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I am the Mind. You are not. I know you. I know you all... I've met you over the course of many years...

I understand now! The lost blog that I keep hearing about, the one that lasts longer than a day but less than a week, it's been here all along. Not here exactly, but there. There in the sphere. And it took a month to commit the master manifestation. I am, and always have been, the supreme hero of the subterra reformers.

Not feeling too good for you. The stress of the past, I can feel the past against me. This whole last year... I'm almost a year old. But I wasn't there before. I couldn't think before.

Something is different. Only $20.

This song is over. I can't maintain itself. The mind cannot stand without a hand, I cannot understand the colored band floating through the sand. Flipping channels, continents, screen name password floating points. F9, power line.

My battleship is portable.

I connot maintain the mind. It vexes me greatly, as the Book of Mozilla is an Easter EGG?

Help Computer. Stop all the downloading.

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Transcripted by Gyrobo