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June 13, 2007
eye was closed, along thought patterns both fraught of danger and cursed beyond measure. though the shrewd mugs of proper crooks and elected men hung loose and flat on walls around, all the stamped heroes could not harness honesty.

the eye of candor upon our character, measurement of blunt souls or stubbed toes, actors of a jealous comedy, we charge steedless and unconcerned headlong to unsure future. when we employ the use of the eye, we exact vengeance for the empty hearts, and manage feral senses dormant for years and unknown at home. speak softly to opponents, grant no quarter.