charred thoughts leave scorched earth behind you, specify the plan of attack. draw it out, in lines easily understood, lest there be nothing but ashes remaining. this is your homestead, afterall. make those fucking flameless choices, you fuck. grit thy teeth and plant thy seeds of peace. make them matter. water them with your tears. not the usual, but the tears borne of joy. fucking attack this fire with your joyous tears!
they are, after all, our limitless ammunition.
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