So, has Tim realized the destiny of the Vest, or has the dragon not yet struck? Will it?
The Goblet of Stoke is in effect this evening. And, as usual, something most retarded stalls the process. The charger, for which I've sent request, remains AWOL. Go muthafuckin figure.
The extent of revelation: What'd have happened had there been one more week? You know, enough time for the proposed "All Hallow's Eve show".. My imagination and desire had conflicted with the reality of the state of every member's being. And now, I see not total failure, but complete stasis. And, as the record reflects, stasis is complacence. Woo woo.
Yee yee, I do think. Woo. But, have it how you will; the time to rip is now. And, in the most crude sense, the rip will cause a tear. And, with that yet unrealized tear, you have change. Shall you too become a part of the process? Shall you too assume the altogether calmness of complete definitive stasis?
Consider?
Disregard?
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