do not let the machine take control.....for it will....if it can......it is the virus! i know about these things.... it waits, down the rabbithole, in the desert of thinking....therein...a bottomless lake of lost dreams of lost children.....skeletor! the fist about the heart.....a slicing machine separating hope from delusion....through fallal syllogistic reasoning and dark rationale.....
the hour is nigh; the waning madness walks forth to rule the later night; crown'd with the coruscations of a Star, and throned on orb of ashen light: The Wolf-tail sweeps the paling East to leave a deeper gloom behind, and Dawn uprears her shining head, sighing with semblance of a wind: the highlands catch yon Orient gleam, while purpling still, the lowlands lie; and pearly mists, the morning's breath, soars incense-like to greet the firmament.....
and Tantalus, released to flatlands, trapped to hold the Chalice Cup for others' dreaming......is fixed , beneath the clutching hand......
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