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When brand becomes bland and routine and rituals move in rigid homogeneity. When monocultures spread like healthy cancer and our volatility meter sits still at fever. When popular financial service say, that "the center can't hold anymore." When sleeping frogs never wake even though the enthalpic belly satiates fully and any tiny misanthropic speck will spark nucleation around a waking me.we When these blocks fire in the deep, then our dog clan stirs, a smiling hive feasting on dead amphibians left motherly as sustenance to begin a Trickster's journey.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
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When brand becomes bland and routine and rituals move in rigid homogeneity. When monocultures spread like healthy cancer and our volatility meter sits still at fever. When popular financial service say, that "the center can't hold anymore." When sleeping frogs never wake even though the enthalpic belly satiates fully and any tiny misanthropic speck will spark nucleation around a waking me.we When these blocks fire in the deep, then our dog clan stirs, a smiling hive feasting on dead amphibians left motherly as sustenance to begin a Trickster's journey.
jojo-nguyen
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
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