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August 15, 2015
The bizarre, no less a degree of culpability in a varying way off the central command where rules are forged, kept in solemn sacristy, though by need, become a service, morphing with functionality as seen on its ever changing face in the moment that seems secure, a ruse for the superficial souls, adapted to their own sense of stable manners and minds and well manicured lawns to keep the neighbors happy; such a fine dupe, carefully managed lie, the real deal when friends and family come calling, unaware of the change ineluctable, rooted under sight, taking charge of the grass.