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At times I look around and everything’s right. Look at me, I’ve been so smart, I’ve done it right, I look around and its alright.

A dream talks to me, unsettles me, and asks me what’s next? Next? Next!!

MOAR!!! I roar …. More? More!!

I wake and look around and everything’s not quite right. Look at me, I’ve been a sloth, I’ve done it wrong, look around its not quite sound.

MOAR!!! they roar .. More? More!!

When I die, I float up top, I look on down and look around. They stand and weep and chat about; look at him, he did it right, he was so smart, he lived the life; as a janitor maintained it all.

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When we first meet, you will believe me to be like you. You will poke and prod and will find a seemingly malleable core. You will initially feel empowered and emboldened, but will quickly become uneasy and will demand greater definition; that is your mistake. You see, it is to protect you from my underlying current that I suppress my true form. The depth of introspection that I’ve applied to you within our first encounter many times is more than you’ll apply to yourself within your lifetime. Do you understand? I am the destroyer of evil, and with it, vessels in which it finds safety. I try hard to temper my impulsive desire to grow you how you don’t yet realize you want to grow. When you see me a melancholy clown, realize it is for you, not for a lack of conviction; so do not encourage my true form. -W

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