My revelation is clear now.
I got rythym. Now.
See.
                                            Seven days to an orbit.
                                            Or mere cochance.
                                            Seems like a weekend thing too.
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                                           Inspiration seems to kick off her
                                           Frilly lace and slides quietly under satin.
                                          Heat check. Why?
Perception is reality no?
Saturation and release ?
Skull duggery.
Mind miner.


Alchemist at work.
Iron pirate. ?

At any rate it feels like 7 is my lucky #.
Ahh. Sleep dep.?
Mayhap.