For the public and legal record: If you are using anonymous accounts to post dangerous subject matter in my/our chats you are expecting me (who has my face out) to take the blame for what you're scared of saying openly.

If I wanted to use such language, I would, so if we see people trying to use it for me, they'll be removed to avoid misrepresenting myself and others. If you cannot say everything you want to say with your face out, yet tell me I should be saying more, or use my spaces as a place to selfishly vent, you're either up to no good, or a liability.

If this does not apply to you then thank you for showing such respect. I've only an interest in those with a mind, we've far too many trouble making lemmings around as it is.

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Modern men are empty, not because of a lack of an engine, but because of a lack of fuel.

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If her presence, in the room, is simply based on yours;
Sir, you have more wealth combined, than all the distant shores.

Text: @VinnieSullivan
Painter: Edward Hopper by Room in New York, 1932

If her presence, in the room, is simply based on yours;
Sir, you have more wealth combined, than all the distant shores.

Text: @VinnieSullivan
Painter: Edward Hopper by Room in New York, 1932

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There's a fine line between respecting one's elders and repeating their mistakes.

Text: @VinnieSullivan
Painting: Death and the Soldier by Hans Larwin, 1917

People today are more stoic whilst observing the murder of children than they are discussion the solutions.

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Painting: Ignorance, envy and jealousy by James Ward

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To gaze upon, the path ahead;
One will feel so small.
But look unto, the past instead;
One feels oh so tall.
Progressive guise, has reaped demise;
Of hope, and thus, our might.
Asleep we live, within disguise;
Our perfect shade of white.

Text: @VinnieSullivan
Painting: The Course of Empire: The Consummation of the Empire by Thomas Cole