There are places and people who’ve a swear jar, a totaling and reminding collection of value in form of currency gathered each time someone says something regrettable or misfortunate enuf to reckon as irreconcilable without a surcharge. This as expectedly so has come to a premeditated source of value, for some more than others, or for less than are most, not leastly the lesser, and which the comprehensive heap of penance is pittance, of perfidy is penurious, uninformed by overlooking the surmounting fortune in fucking flattery of aggregate agrandization, of intellectual pride in the name of prowess or arrogance in place of actuality, nonetheless making quick work of trading a geopolitical global exchange of political apologies and appologetic empathizers, to wit the likelihood of contingency rests on the solidity of reality concatenate to the results of hindsight. In many senses it seems easy to write and difficult to remember, as if dry grass in gravel sands with only a view of a forest unforgiving, every road less taken against the other a choice of learning better ways to speak by learning the language when all roads lead forward, if all roads lead to the empire the obvious pathway is one forwarded experienced. Easier to write not having done such recently, this was quicker to write and longer to filter during so, there’s been a lack when new opportunity was measured, like thru the eyes of glasses an image of the impossible requires better glasses or position, and not one without the other. You are a warrior, the light of day shines, as the trees spread and grow to grasp the sun, there is room to escape and find the wishing well of time.
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