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March 4, 2013
Tripping through the gates as they appear out of nowhere, it seems, laughing and grunting intermixed with the fluttering of limbs, as we work to fit ourselves to the rousing game; no one knows or may predict where or when these gates will materialize, but they do, by God, and they demand attention. The fond regard we fondle in response to the flexed skins marking their muscular arrangements to the challenges is a fashionable delight if seen for what it is, or what it wants to be, especially as the core grows in its glow and feverish throb of light.