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[CRUETY]
After those who seek passage into Aaru, who may fall into Duat, the Underworld, ascertain their respect and their sinlessness, their heart is weighed against a gigantic feather of the ostrich. Our feather, or conduit setpiece, is the equally titanic, and no doubt sacred-seeming geode, whose weighing of their hearts is simply the location of their presences, and with a little more instrument attack force in the establishment of respect, a little more virtuosity, the contents of their hearts, their intentions, their thoughts at the present moment. From a single extension cord, all things depend. The tangle of sockets like rope to hang yourself with. Reality electrified and revealed as an inferior shadow. The placebo effect of sense. I've never wanted to die, but the want pulls me closer.
[SteamApps]
This is, positive thinking, a one week success. A pleasant, soft distraction. There is no wind to slam the window like a ghost who died confined.
I make finger guns at the crumbling temples of my head, one easily bygone success, the red string that turned into the dusty, writhing cocoon of wires and lamps plugged in decades ago, making no contact with the exterior world, despite lighting it, letting the exterior world's interiors, all the pink wrinkly sacks sitting at library computers, finally using uncensored search engines, no untangling now. The machine that was built with human needs. The machine that human needs took for granted. The discovery of antimatter.
If I wink, will the Red Sea part?
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