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March 14, 2013
The day is lost. The day is gained. Day is pushed to the side by angelic need of demonic awareness assumed as designated, then fronted by its own delight and horror, full blown as a wild flower blooming like a sun gone nova, seen as the power fueling the substance we hide under guise of right and wrong, missing all that's fully undressed in front of us...the subsumed methodology and vitality denuded in turn by the rigor applied to its imprisonment, released ever so slowly, ever so delicately in the minds of those in need of its true meat.