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March 27, 2013
The ploying instrument of the artist's soul deciding matters of functionality we fit ourselves within happily, mangles the officiating rule master wielding the rod, lest those who defy may learn the errors of their ways, and we bless the gathering of life's bleeding that may never pollute our pulsing organs assembled for weathered wits to wind their spirits about the erupting dances gibbering for release by cadences of rapturous contradictions parading under the radar awaiting the melody that must be corrupted for loving's drive to insinuate the core carousing skittered ways we kiss the very face of our rejoicing God.