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July 13, 2015
It sweeps up from the dust of despair, springing out of the muck, it makes its Chesire likeness known on the calamity, spitted on the black wall of wind scoring its way across the valleys and drifts of the cerebellum, it drives its ruddy intent thru the electrical sponge, heaving waves of light and dark by musty thrusts of charge, sparking like a storm on a crusted desert, gorging the air with its torrents, that the might may calm in its tempest of thought, that the meat of its manners may divulge the tsunami of ideas in the derivative flux.