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October 13, 2009

Golden and opulent, intruging to the nacked eye. Quite literally poetry walking, a perfectly designed human being. An atlas. A gaint in stature and intellect, it is I whose shoulders you walk on. Artists clamber to capture me, musicians need to define me, poets try to understand me.

I am perfection.

You others should cower, feel inferior in the precence of such an almighty being. Never before and never will there be such a wonderous man as myself. 

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