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Fortunes be-not

But be again

Correction on correction

Truth on truth

From an unseen disgusting hideaway.

Our comments benign and our effects endless, harrowing, beautiful yet there is some bizarre pain to the beauty.

Ah, beauty,

And once again we return to that cliche, 

Bitter cyncism, 

Hide your romance young man, it has no place in the blogosphere or “democracy” of the internet.

Democracy is like reality, its never really existed.

And each thought is a fluid until it is a word.

And now it bows, in yogic transience, upon completetion.

The completetion of abandoning completion. 

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