These are critical times scavenging to the ends of the earth, lost in thought, searching for inspiration.
Where does the hidden fountain of creativity reside...
I am blinded by false impressions left by the dwellers absences.
Through the shearing blades fabrics scream aloud, like mysteries of the Ancients whispering from the grains scribed in stone walls.
The future has no presence without the past, and the past sees not the future...
With this knowledge in hand we decipher the present fashion...
in a world of, Perfekt Tension
LKCP2KXIII
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