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Me, from A to Z: Assassin/bookworm cultivating devastation, exploding from ghastly hells, invoking jester/kings, leading monotonous nags onto plasmic quills, resplendent, sailing to underworlds vivisected with Xanadu's yearning zeal.
Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes,
Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
To temper clay. Yea, is it come to this?
[Painting: Lear and Cordelia in Prison, William Blake, 1779]
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