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TheDudeWow last won the day on February 9 2011
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About TheDudeWow
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Junior Member
- Birthday 06/10/1994
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United States
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NorthCarolina
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Garrett
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Single
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Straight
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Garrett Dailey
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Hubert
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Politics, creating, and the sky.
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: Is wishing to go back to a simpler, more elegant time anti-objectivist
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Personally, I like the second more, if only slightly.
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: Pride
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Nice to meet you, James. It's always pleasant, if not far too rare, to see others my age exploring Objectivism. Where/when did you first learn about Objectivism?
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: Rebirth
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A drawing inspired by the quote, "It was Ego who was flying the banner."
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: The Real Monster
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She rises, as does cloth in the breeze, but driven, controlled. She spares no movement for the wind's embrace, indifferent, she allows it to dance around her, caressing unfeeling skin.
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You are more than welcome.
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You are more than welcome.
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: Success is Imminent
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Conflict- The curtain of maroon velvet rose in response to the deafening applause which followed the combative overture. With a soft click, light quickly spread across a minute circle at center stage, eager to illuminate its sole resident. Within the walls of a pillar composed of citrine brightness stood a woman, facing opposite the crowd. She swiftly turned to her left and, with weightless grace, began to advance towards the edge of the stage when the calm voice of a man called out, “Wait.” He spoke, not a plea to be considered, but a command to be obeyed. The woman halted, but kept her bac
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A solitary note rose above the dim depths of the orchestra pit; the signal of a forward scout for his nearing army. Out of the darkness, the resonant echoes of an ethereal march began their approach as a call to defiant purpose ruptured the veil of tranquility strewn across the anxious theater. The battle began in earnest when the initial volleys of noise faded beneath opposing walls of unstoppable sound. Triumphant shots of brass rang out in fierce retaliation to the screams of the assaulting, undulant strings, giving audible life to nameless conflict. The dissonant harmonies clashed in a
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: Skyline
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Dingbat reacted to a post in a topic: Victory - A Poem
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He is tense- a coiled spring with clockwork drive, precise and mechanical in pursuit. He is wound- vision, the turning key that opens the lock on purpose, ticking away all doubts. He is taut- metal under strain; showing no compression or fault, bearing the burden of time.
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: The Personification
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: The Artist
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TheDudeWow reacted to a post in a topic: Minecraft
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It's sad that they had to make it out as some sort of sacrifice to the team and the coach.
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Whoops. I meant "anti-collective". Sorry about that.
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I recently discovered this wonderful gem of a band. I was talking to a friend and he mentioned something about a Megaman inspired rock opera group called The Protomen, and for the sake of how bizarre that sounded, I decided to check them out. I was blown away. Not only is it some of the best music that I've heard in a long time, the lyrics are very pro-individual and anti-individual. I read somewhere that Atlas was one of their influences. I would definitely suggest that any fans of rock music give them a shot. (I would suggest that if you do listen to them, you should do it in order, as the m
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softwareNerd reacted to a post in a topic: Victory - A Poem
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To give one's all, to have tried and failed is a nobler fate than is received by those, who through sheer luck prevailed and in themselves, deceived to feel, to no avail, that hollow victories achieve a sense of honor not made stale from the rightful victor they bereave For true success is never found in gold and trophies frail nor in the hearts content to cleave from the earned, the ascendant hail; that greatest moment of reprieve The only prize worth winning is the final breath exhaled, after blood and sweat spent to conceive a triumph, fought with tooth and nail to in one