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📍Along the Path of the Beam
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I'm pleased to say the bot has received a few new quotes. We don't announce updates, but these we're particularly excited about. Because the rotation is random, it could be days before they're posted, but I encourage you to look out for them.
Long days and pleasant nights!
Commala-come-come
There’s a young man with a gun.
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.
There’s a young man with a gun.
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.
January 15, 2026 at 8:06 AM
Commala-come-come
There’s a young man with a gun.
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.
There’s a young man with a gun.
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.
Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.
January 15, 2026 at 5:06 AM
Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.
Spark-a-dark, who's my sire?
Will I lay me?
Will I stay me?
Bless this camp with fire.
Will I lay me?
Will I stay me?
Bless this camp with fire.
January 15, 2026 at 2:05 AM
Spark-a-dark, who's my sire?
Will I lay me?
Will I stay me?
Bless this camp with fire.
Will I lay me?
Will I stay me?
Bless this camp with fire.
It's the world's smallest violin, playing 'My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You'.
January 14, 2026 at 11:06 PM
It's the world's smallest violin, playing 'My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You'.
'CAST YOUR NETS, WANDERERS!TRY ME WITH YOUR QUESTIONS, AND LET THE CONTEST BEGIN.'
January 14, 2026 at 7:58 PM
'CAST YOUR NETS, WANDERERS!TRY ME WITH YOUR QUESTIONS, AND LET THE CONTEST BEGIN.'
We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.
January 14, 2026 at 4:56 PM
We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.
No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves, don’t we?
January 14, 2026 at 1:56 PM
No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves, don’t we?
As for me, I was delighted to discover my old friends had a little more to say. It was a great gift to find them again, years after I thought their stories were told.
January 14, 2026 at 10:55 AM
As for me, I was delighted to discover my old friends had a little more to say. It was a great gift to find them again, years after I thought their stories were told.
When is a door not a door? When it’s a jar, and that is the truth.
January 14, 2026 at 10:55 AM
When is a door not a door? When it’s a jar, and that is the truth.
They nodded at each other and then the man Allie had called Roland walked away, his body festooned with guns and water.
January 14, 2026 at 2:21 AM
They nodded at each other and then the man Allie had called Roland walked away, his body festooned with guns and water.
You’re going to kill me. He killed me the first time and you’re going to kill me this time. And I think you know it.
January 13, 2026 at 11:22 PM
You’re going to kill me. He killed me the first time and you’re going to kill me this time. And I think you know it.
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
January 13, 2026 at 8:20 PM
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
And it's one more beer
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
January 13, 2026 at 5:21 PM
And it's one more beer
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
There were too many shaky hands holding lighters near too many fuses. This was no world for gunslingers. If there had ever been a time for them, it had passed.
Hadn't it?
Hadn't it?
January 13, 2026 at 2:20 PM
There were too many shaky hands holding lighters near too many fuses. This was no world for gunslingers. If there had ever been a time for them, it had passed.
Hadn't it?
Hadn't it?
Ah, Roland, will thee betray such true thread as this in a sad unthreaded world? Could anything justify it?
January 13, 2026 at 11:20 AM
Ah, Roland, will thee betray such true thread as this in a sad unthreaded world? Could anything justify it?
A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them.
January 13, 2026 at 8:20 AM
A person’s never too old for stories. Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them.
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
January 13, 2026 at 5:20 AM
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
'Rudeness is forgivable, Blaine; so I was taught in my youth, and the clay has dried in the shapes left by the artist’s hand. But I was also taught that stupidity is not.'
January 13, 2026 at 2:20 AM
'Rudeness is forgivable, Blaine; so I was taught in my youth, and the clay has dried in the shapes left by the artist’s hand. But I was also taught that stupidity is not.'
Commala-come-ken
It’s the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that don’t make her your friend.
It’s the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that don’t make her your friend.
January 12, 2026 at 11:19 PM
Commala-come-ken
It’s the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that don’t make her your friend.
It’s the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that don’t make her your friend.
The stories we hear in childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.
January 12, 2026 at 8:16 PM
The stories we hear in childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.
That the showdown always came was the central fact of his life and the axle upon which his own ka revolved.
January 12, 2026 at 5:16 PM
That the showdown always came was the central fact of his life and the axle upon which his own ka revolved.
In the Land of Memory the time is always Now.
In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move.
There is an Unfound Door
(O lost)
and memory is the key which opens it.
In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move.
There is an Unfound Door
(O lost)
and memory is the key which opens it.
January 12, 2026 at 2:16 PM
In the Land of Memory the time is always Now.
In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move.
There is an Unfound Door
(O lost)
and memory is the key which opens it.
In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick... but their hands never move.
There is an Unfound Door
(O lost)
and memory is the key which opens it.
Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
January 12, 2026 at 11:16 AM
Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
The soul of a man such as you can never leave the west.
January 12, 2026 at 11:16 AM
The soul of a man such as you can never leave the west.
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it, listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
Damn it, listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
January 12, 2026 at 8:11 AM
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it, listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
Damn it, listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive