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March 28, 2011
The patter of words against my skull like alien feet on the hull of a descending spaceship cajol and delight the fevers accompanying an apt discovery far away from home by the gist of joy on adequate alliances with imagination's meat snuggled comfortably beneath the rigor and stability one expects from analytical power, then by hubris washes the door-frame clean and the eye passes by....substances accorded the melody taught to balance value on a scale machined, oiled and maintained by well-trained minions of necessary order by rows, lines, marching steps cleanly devised and executed for the law.