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January 31, 2011
You grow tired, and the anticipation reduces you to a caricature of desire played out by the dwarf living in your forgotten dream valley surrounded by the fiercest hungers imaginable; you think by escaping those sentries you might survive intact without giving in to the inevitable...but the inevitable has different ideas. A room is built especially for you and the translation of the idea of you when all else eventually fades by dint of reality's check on the house made of doubt...secure by design after death wages a private war unseen, unfelt, unknown as death to be held.