Folded Thought of the Day:


Bundling up their re-calibrated instruments, the land surveyors
are returning home after a job well done.  Making tracks through
the forests of historic evil.  With pay stubs in their pockets,
representing a small portion of their compensation.  Months and
months of careful measurements and exhaustive research, calculating
the radiance of acceptable denial.

Highly useful to certain members of The Society.  Reveling in that
moment of invisibility...in destructive tendencies, taken to
whatever set of extremes the wind happens to be blowing tonight.

False pretenses.  Potential disturbances.  All filed away at
the edge of sudden awareness.  Quite the efficient operation.
Bringing new definition to creative bookkeeping.

The territory has been marked and we'd all better be careful
where we go stepping.  The stakes have been lowered and the
lines have been drawn.  Certain realizations have been driven
into the ground.  No trespassing sign have been posted.  Save
your remembrances and bitter triumphs.  There's no place
for them around here.

Did you take the opportunity to steal a moment of beauty?
Did you beat them to the punch?  We're all learning the
all-important lesson, when you've got a shot you'd better
take it.  Cause it ain't gonna happen again.  They're
outlawing second chances on the new frontier.  Locking up
all the feeble attempts at resurrection.  Tossing the
perps into the drunk tank.  Can't teach them old dogs
the new tricks.  Best to let them sleep it off.

The brick layers have fulfilled their contracts.  Doing
their best to block out the sky and cover any exposed
earth.  Leaving plenty of nooks and crannies for the bugs
to claim.  And the exterminator is hanging out his shingle
and advertising 24-hour house call service.  Don't be
concerned that the middle of the night has arrived, there
will be someone available to take your call.  Just have your
credit card ready.


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