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July 18, 2015
Meeting the eye that doesn't meet itself, comes disjoint, out of synch, grows into a vast darkness spreading like wildfire on the prairie between looking and thinking, a desolation place that marks the viewing on the tiny screen, big splashes off the vacuum sucking quality for quantity, electrical chips flipped from morn till eve on a long slope of sun, while narrow eyes widen for their collective blindness... "Let no thought intrude, nor halls of head with obfuscating mentals, spirit withering on the arid plain....that no beast or thinking man be a stick to measure our ever deepening death."