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August 10, 2011
How to assuage the dark parade of giddy laughers from within, the proud dissemblers of what was assumed true for you in the face of uplifting disasters defining how you posed yourself in the mirrored day of shifting psycho-platters bedecked with the acorns of Oaks gnawrled about a heart of fantastic dreams. Where can one place themselves truly and be seen as they are without the masks piling over intent, disguising the imagery you know to be the fluid of soul that flows tributary by tributary in a maze that defies not only you but the comic-book of God?