Onions Are Like Worms

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Well, they’re not my organs but that’s ok! At least I have some!

 *appeared from the void, slit a hole in your stomach, grabbed the organs, and returned to the void*

 EVERYBODY, KEEP YOUR ORGANS, PLEASE

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Quote from LactoniusVII >>

Well, they’re not my organs but that’s ok! At least I have some!

 *appeared from the void, slit a hole in your stomach, grabbed the organs, and returned to the void*

 EVERYBODY, KEEP YOUR ORGANS, PLEASE

 *nah, my worms protect me so they eat you instead*

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

*nah, i move too fast+ even then, I can just return to the void, plus remember, you sent them away until CALLED APON again, which they were not*

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 It’s really nice! Me likes!

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 I don't get it

It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent

I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 Daaaaang that’s good. I’m intruieged.

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 I don't get it

It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent

I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10

 Ah

It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well? 

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 It’s really nice! Me likes!

 Thank you!

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*nah, i move too fast+ even then, I can just return to the void, plus remember, you sent them away until CALLED APON again, which they were not*

 *Wormelepathy, part of the benefits of being a Paladin of Providence, I can communicate mentally with all worms on the same plane of existence as me.*

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 I don't get it

It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent

I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10

 Ah

It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well? 

 That’s not what he said… 

And I disagree with him but that’s just me 

Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors. 

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 I don't get it

It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent

I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10

 Ah

It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well? 

 That’s not what he said… 

And I disagree with him but that’s just me 

Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors. 

 The colors actually have nothing to do with it

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*nah, i move too fast+ even then, I can just return to the void, plus remember, you sent them away until CALLED APON again, which they were not*

 *Wormelepathy, part of the benefits of being a Paladin of Providence, I can communicate mentally with all worms on the same plane of existence as me.*

 *yeah... and it took me less than a few seccond to gut and take your organs, and with the element of surprise, there is no way to react that fast*

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 I don't get it

It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent

I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10

 Ah

It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well? 

 That’s not what he said… 

And I disagree with him but that’s just me 

Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors. 

 The colors actually have nothing to do with it

 Naw I didn’t mean those colors

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Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.

And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."

 A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.

 Does everybody like this?

 I don't get it

It seems a bit pretentious, honestly, but I don't think that was your intent

I feel so mean writing this, like one of those stupid journalists on the internet who play the first level of a video game then call it too difficult and rate it 4.8/10

 Ah

It seems like the paragraphs don't fit together well? 

 That’s not what he said… 

And I disagree with him but that’s just me 

Think I see the deeper meaning with like the colors. 

 The colors actually have nothing to do with it

 Naw I didn’t mean those colors

 Then what ones?

The blue pink and white?

Yeah, trans flag

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*nah, i move too fast+ even then, I can just return to the void, plus remember, you sent them away until CALLED APON again, which they were not*

 *Wormelepathy, part of the benefits of being a Paladin of Providence, I can communicate mentally with all worms on the same plane of existence as me.*

 *yeah... and it took me less than a few seccond to gut and take your organs, and with the element of surprise, there is no way to react that fast*

 *yeah…and my worms are still tracking you down then.*

*good luck reaching me, considering im in my patrons demiplain*

*or maybe outside the plains? where would the void rest?*

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*good luck reaching me, considering im in my patrons demiplain*

 *Wormaportation, I can use the power of wormholes in literal worm holes, it’s disgusting but it can transport me between the planes instantaneously.*

Byegood everybody!