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remaining constantly available to play.
the universe simply would not stop fucking with me unt i l earned to play.
za game at tention. the tricksters are killers, hiding in the shadows of your inconsiderateness. they kill all your dead parts until all that's left is you: pure. awake.
you start out: dead. seriou s ly ing to yourself and everyon e lse that you have this burden.... that you are to be pitied for having to carry tons of gold through a desert. but you glimmer. you glimmer! and those who see its value you don' trus t heir smiles.
and the nerve of that one young lad who loaded up a sack with mocks, rocking your world, pretending to have such a heavy burden, exaggerating your face and dancing all the while! but, friend, that lad was seventy-three! and thati'me shooting you with a water_pistol? that's right, right in the carotid_artery. it was unbearably hot that day, do_you_remember? that senior kidisn't retired at all but a practiced healer.
he gets better at hiding as you become more angry. he won't leave you alone until you
remain constantly available to play.
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