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The Widow Of Alexandria
Read more: The Widow Of AlexandriaA library of feelings, alphabetically arranged, colour coordinated, catalogued, and burnt to the ground.
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No-brainer
Read more: No-brainerThis is an age of an enemy so dull as to only use our own words against us.
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Abyss
Read more: AbyssIn rejecting one’s own creativity, misery turns to villainy in a blink of an eye.
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Dark Triad
Read more: Dark TriadMistaking invasion for intimacy, spitefulness for intelligence, and perversion for passion.
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Lost Land
Read more: Lost LandMaking yourself unhappy to keep others happy & other familiar forms of sabotage.
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Gnosis Diagnosis
Read more: Gnosis DiagnosisSimplifying complexities makes for palatable characterisation.
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Wheel Of Fortune
Read more: Wheel Of FortuneBuilding self-worth on social status is a risky business in heroic times.
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Morphology Of The Unknown
Read more: Morphology Of The UnknownDivinity is never cynical, but spirits can be.
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Green Eyed
Read more: Green EyedA mirror to my own lost pride, with his vanity, I paid all my dues to Apollo.
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Centrifugal
Read more: CentrifugalWhen it spins away from the centre, surf its very edges, and land safely outside.
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Rear-view mirror
Read more: Rear-view mirrorIf you cannot get over it, get away from it. The further you go, the smaller it gets.
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True Revolution
Read more: True RevolutionSystems must fit beings. Systems are concepts, beings are not.
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Simple Solutions
Read more: Simple SolutionsWhenever you get sentimental about a villain, eat an apple.
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The Lonely One
Read more: The Lonely OneHe wrote me a poem in invisible ink, expressing all his views. Talked of his heart’s desire, honest, uncorrupted news. He wrote this in nights he could not sleep, dark times lacking hue. Soaked pages in invisible tears only his pillow knew…