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And there will be rumors of strife.  The air is dense with tension.  It is mostly psychosomatic.  My head gets all wound up for no good reason.  Kinesis would hit the spot right about now.  I’m thirsting for knowledge and I’m yearning for a Zen like satori to reach out and grab me by the throat.  There will be no hills or mountains in my immediate future.  Sedentary moments drag me down.  Visons are heating up in a beat like sequence.  My thoughts form in typewritten characters, say Times New Roman, point 12.