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April 25, 2014
The spark, the light, revolving, whirling about the core, a tantalizing dance, in the machine's center reformulations derive means of habitation, where I am, where I belong, where the rights of taking the light become like grapes plucked from mystic vines, exploding the mouth, Divine Sweetness, being devoured by the light, exhaled, ignited by the Diving Spark, flinting conflagrations wild as the mind breeds thoughts, belly of begetting, scrolling out fields of ravenous beasts, slithering serpents of electrical delights, feeding the earth, arranging all that exists aside the soul within the soul without causality battering frameworks screaming out for linearity.