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April 8, 2014
Don't know why the means overwhelm wonders of the undoing, where arcane ideas are pulled apart like starving jackals mauling mangled dogs under a cruel sun, where all that needs to be seen is seen, butchered then eaten, where a brazen place of undoing starvations' hovel, its occupancy knowing no control or regard, no censuring of that which seeps in through the ancient fissured walls, might form, a place where place becomes undone, deriving itself by the old mechanisms into a new question, new place, where, happily, souls may find their reasons entering upon resolutions sought without anticipation or fear.