Whinging Pom Archetype

sitting around a balzing campfire, with a million million stars enshrouding the blackness of night, as unseen creatures sing, creating the melody of the bush, as silence darts in and out of consciousness and the vastness of eternity can be visualised, there's always one miserable sod who want to kill it.
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