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Qi and phi, Murder and hijinx. Averting worth to silence the clink. Yet it is there; impaled through the chink in my armor made of kinks. I'm a topological quantum knot; if my thoughts were anymore entangled, I couldn't think. Too much or less would be false so no waltz. Assaulting the heedless mind with hyperbole or nulling it with apathetic faults. Adapted with facts fabricated by clocks. By this insult, I assert a Ballista of rage and riposte. That acts as a swift handed counter attack. Tit for tat with the Colossi; in opposition to gargantuan adverts. As such, I am tasked with being poise and strategic in the face of futility. But that is what the hero does in every fable; as such it is fitting for mine. Wielding qi and phi with guile, so be it when my time is nigh.

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