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PAPER PURSUIT
 
The same government you chose to fight
against. You are stricken with inexorable
woe, with the wars you created, against
the fruit of substance. Alcohol poisoning.
Whose true terror- and tormentor lies in
the mind, a fish flop, dead on a dish. You
choose to be calm… Pierce the veil, that
magic ball that wizards of old pass onto
us… We, the people, are indeed their
puppets; whether created equally or not is
also relative, given the circumstances,
circumplex imagination- derived from fact
and the Futurological Congress...
 
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