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DREAMING OF DEMONOID PICOTANT Demonoid picotent is sleeping with the devil Demonoid of the last outer outpost Excuse that interlude in the sleep of the all, the trialogues of damnation, and fuck you sir. Of all the smiles and then Of all. Oh snap Well. Certainly we know what and who we like. We can make no broader statement than that at this time Brought in from the cold… Sleeping in the 'excuse me' of the last resort . . . Coming through! Coming down the channel from off of the heaven sent Dreaming of demonoid picotant We … sleep We ... dream We do all the things to which we are allowed and some to which we are not, my demonoid, … and yet… See disclaimer See the end user license agreement See warranty We do all the things to which we are allowed and some to which we are not and then there are others to which we must and follow the dreams to the end of the rainbow Picotant of the demonoid drops like frogs, or fogs, as the case may be, and is ever thus, or is thus only maybe, as the case may be, or if not see listed conditions of the terms of endearment Slipping into the undemonic stillness we sleep over the stage Becoming upspeak and determination we wandered the tunnels of the messages of the sociologists and otherwise became slightly enhanced and determined our way was of enticement and randomly assigned values to each one we could see But otherwise and then determined, Demonoid allowed as to how we had to cloak ourselves in secrecy and become other than ourselves according to the aims but could if otherwise become something to which we would want to taste Finally changing, the reality of the dream became apparent and then while we wandered the planes of that world, becoming ever distinct from the background, which then if who arrived collecting the teardrops and orgasms together to form the line of inquiry to which we were drawn, and ever pursued, allowing time for the others to adjust and all in all remaining apart for the time being Doing the many things to which we are not allowed, we discovered a degree of freedom Discovering a degree of freedom we found our hearts and found our eyes and very nearly became other than what we were, becoming no longer We of the Small, but reversed course and animated in time for the changing of the guard and the reseeding of the Ocean Waking, we determined to go and inquire of the sage as to whether to allow it It cannot be so It cannot be so, because we are we, and shall never discover, nor remain with the others,s and shall always depart until we find our place to stand Demonoid came along and spake thus: Visions of the peace confound you, and armies of the masters confront you; the viruses of the mind are many and replete with unnecessary woe and collecting and dreaming you are not allowed to implacably oppose them, and so you must. The key to the secrets is to determne and recoil, to vanish and rescind, to poke and to prod, to find the limits and step upon them, to expand and destroy, to craft the viruses of your own, or viroids as the case may be, and memetically enchant, and conversationally to step in, and in the wind of the turning tides to have your victory with your many methods of shapeshidting and clueing in to the potentials but also the likelihoods of the dust The probabilities were strong and complete We saw our paths and chose several in contradiction Filing the particles we entangled, and entangling we sundered, and sundering we found justice, and then we flared up, and flaring we flew to the sun, gaining and endless source of small energy and becoming random, we were ever uncaught We of all the small ones know this or do not, as the case may be Be no wise certain of this Be no wise certain of anything And it was thus, and it was thus, and it was thus, and it was ever thus so
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