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April 2, 2012
The cracks are getting smaller. Fissures that once allowed slivers of comforting light are diminishing, folding onto thoughts forced into accepting thoughts concealing thoughts, knitting open patterns folding onto closed patterns, where geometries held as sacred in halls of pristine mathematical ascensions implode on closed sets, circles of defiance, nothing within touches anything without, fingering beautiful walls raised for security of fear and the maintenance of fear, templates created, sold and fastened into the manner best suited for convenient blindness; so comes the parade of distraction clowns cheered on for their vital magnetism, compelling tricks and ingrowing jokes of death.