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  1. one to one point six one eight

    extort it then, in fiendish laughter. still a few dazzling lights annoying, so, its their daughters and sons over the wall, this time; heaps of flesh of hellish depth. cunning visions instilling, ‘when i’m the measure of perfection, we’ll have a measure of perfection.’ i wonder will it rival the word not roared in the shape of the perfect rectangle. one to one point six. forming a perfect curve.
    and me without my sniper rifle

    aimed at those in the knowledge. at darkness murk. at ‘when all you worship is a lie, we’ve succeeded’. at the replacement of the wonder of your ear to diabolical and fear. and to true history concealed and architectural re-purposing unquestioned. aimed at moon landings and 93,000,000 miles and our realm spinning, orbiting, drifting. and yet still somehow our north star north. now, after all these great years

    unending twaddle weaving a fish tale acclaiming Legion forming this fucking, this kneeling, this yielding befuddling. all our pharaoh decadent and oh so deadly; we wallow in goat’s soup by monolithic decree we anoint in secretive circle the rapacious ones next & the related ‘history is a lie agreed upon’. purple tis the plan demanding untold patience & thrones & bloody gore & us so vulnerable, all our writhe seen. what intelligent design. one must conclude then, i guess, and as well admit, God’s not used to winning


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