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I grow weary now. To touch upon truths can drain the heart rapidly. I am a servant of the word and give what I can, when I can. To surly intergalactic, I give thanks. to the rebellion. to the Checking of the Cross. We here upon the Cross-Roads of our lives, ride upon the Cross, nailed to it, Fitting Fine in the swirling nothing void. Give up all your fears. Sell your lot. Embrace the steel. Become whole. I love you. We love you. You are not alone. The Cross Check is a reminder. A constant companion. We will win against unfathomable odds - have fffaith. Trust the plan. We will not be beaten down. We will not GIVE IN. First the cycling industrial complex, then the roads. They cannot beat what they do not understand. They, servants of The Thing, will be stamped out. Our strength is eternal.
The sacred geometry of the Cross guides us
"cc:" = "Carbon Copy"
Which is happening now.
Just as planned.
Welcome aboard.
