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March 13, 2013
Intemperate light entwines dark desires twisting their own redoubtable natures we fear, confounding the sense of them as the ones we hold so high without question, so when the answers bombard us with designs that can never place what joy seems to resolve that despair deflates, we carry the torch as lit to the highest point on the landscapes spread thick with functions begging for resolve, challenging our computational hearts, bitching and moaning at a shot, to put to the test those very claims made when everything's fine, when everything seems beyond reproach, when the effort to change seems pointless.