One hundred thousand repetitions looks like discipline at a certain distance. Cracked and tired from a lifetime of holding back the tide. Pull aside the curtain to find a wall of fractured bones. An extended adolescence in the clever disguise of self-actualization. Echoes of Agent Starling's forced retort, somewhere in the back of an overfull hindbrain. The wisdom of Hannibal Lecter is the stuff paradigm shifts are made from.
10:52 a.m. - 2019-01-21
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