Hoping Machine
William   Korea, Republic of
 
 
II rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
Kirjautunut ulos
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This place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it!

Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.

This place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here.

What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.

The danger is in a particular location... it increases towards a center... the center of danger is here... of a particular size and shape, and below us.

The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.

The danger is to the body, and it can kill.

The form of the danger is an emanation of energy.

The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.
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Do you remember that first night, the monsoon, the shipwreck, washed ashore like a limp rag, waking up to see the moon over city lights?

Soft gossamer lips brushing against your own, you shared your baked tomato with mozzarella, dogs howling as you raced through alleys?

But what's past is past, and we all must learn to live in the present.
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I'll be out watering the garden for the night, don't wait up.
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Beware the shadows, the stale crackers in the carpet, for they offer you no solace, no flavor, only an eternity of sniff and lick.