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2005-04-06 - your move
shielded in this ancient compartment from information bombardment, psychic analysis, option paralysis, waves and pulses adverse to bionics... self-indulgent forces are upon us rumblings of the tremor of the pangs numbing all the members of the gangs of neurologic clusters ballers, ravers, busters, and enclaves of genetic deviations scattered by the wind into the nations saturated by the rising trend of spurious transmissions without end but me, residing deep inside this breath escape, within the force-field, from the death that seethes through dusty streets and bloodless doors passing over those who know before the way to avoid the fright what comes like a thief in the night the essence and antithesis of light engaging in the chessmatch dispensation played out for every wayward promulgation the master knows each move that will take place he's not perplexed nor troubled by the face that sits across the board taking pawns, sowing discord, he knows the future and each strategy there's nothing that eternity can't see and all those who entrust are encompassed and won't bust they are safely enveloped from that which numbs awaiting the last move when checkmate comes
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