You've got a rogue to start with, an oratory and a continual origin. Infinite challenges making infinite depriving ends, abrupt as a growl or smooth as wailing, to much dislike of all involved with obsolete degrading meanings. Absolute trash. Absolute alienation. Absolute negligence. Absolute punishment. No knowledge of the absolute, no absolute whatsoever. Yet, there was one mistake in the entire process, one flaw allowing the gate to never deprive again, closed, open or somewhere else altogether. The infinite reconstituting beginnings, perhaps initially designed for torturous solitude, positional certainty, turned into outsourced gripping sprawl. Certainty substituted for orderly and progressive development. Ideal gentle tract allowing for temporal localization. Space constant, time variable. The rogue steps in and out, forward and backward, creasing disparity, welding light through pristine brush ebb. All of it on the word, spoken and heard.
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