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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...