Oh Mount Kalias, Uncover Me...
Where the walls have fallen, broken me in half...
I will not rest, till I lay down my head... I shall not cry for the blind man I leave behind...
I'm gonna go, into the House of Stone and Light..
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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Hunting for lupo. No more hunting trolls and goblins.
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