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Of course. Because empty flesh and hollow bones make pacts of love, but die alone.
 
Yes. Let's shed them and dance among the worlds that orbit stars that aren't our sun.
 
And hellfires rage in my eyes.

Well, not yet, but maybe after a ride in a tube filled with idiots, on which I'm embarking now. Later!
 
All those of you who seem to be up for it, fly on your way, like an eagle (but don't try to touch the sun). I am having a very regular Monday morning. Hard to get up in the morning, starting the work day with time registration for last week (distributing my registered hours between the different projects I'm working on) and talking about the weekend with colleagues.

And drinking lots of coffee.
 
No coffee in the institute, unfortunately. At least not for us foul students. Still in that "Bring 'em on" mode, lasting longer than I expected. Let's hope I can carry that through Kurdish vocabulary now.
 
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