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the paradox of bootstraps change is the cornerstone of this kingdom. my surrender flag whiteknuckled, i'm kneedeep in the quicksand moat, in the muck like where rasputin's eyes unlit and his mouth erupted the last brown bubbles. a death rattle: mothers, fathers are eyedeep and sinking, holding their moses babies over their heads, an offering to self-appointed gods, the human service, thin black...

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