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                    Ever since I dreamed of  
                      furry monster leeches splitting 
                      my fingertips till I fed them fire, 
                      objects have avoided my magnetic 
                      field. Money will not be contained, 
                      & everything is hurling towards the floor, 
                      to that grounding action. Zeus is playing 
                      with thunderbolts in my backyard again. 
                      I ask for wisdom, he says beware of 
                      Contamination. The fallibility of men.   |