Hark and hail beautiful victories return beautiful sorrows flee.
Who's the victor ?Who's the looser?Who knocks so hard the loop and profits immensely from the lull?Whence cometh the python of the pyrrhic victory?With what art and magic wands have they swallowed them?I run great errands but not for the trttons and the minnows.If you can feed yourself you can never loose nor be defeated.
Enter Octopus
Octopus:Tell what does logic say about quitters?
Black power:It says complacency.
Octopus:But with the victor it says what?
Black power: Caveat.They re not endowed with same spirit of infliction and affliction and so do marginal differences in the chocolate choices they make never to hunt them.A looser does scoop the fecula and haunted by felodese but not with the victor fecaliths matter less to him than never for him to feculate or feculent in the drowsy fermata only to find out the past barely hunt him.
Octopus:He who quits does not cry but he who comes close only to does not fail to cry and may it be that his sacrifice were immense then his weeping maybe grievous and terrifying.As failure is the death of the looser immortality is the price of the the winner and victor a generation yet unborn.
Stand up for your defense stand up for fate for it is the true Hallmark of the dreamer.Why should they not fall in to the same trap of complacency?
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