Failure III: The Sermon

You realize none of these count until I get to V, right?

You are guilty until proven innocent. Though innocent until proven guilty.

Either way, priests, priestesses, popes: let us all turn NE (from here, the epicenter of all that is Erisian), to the Mecca that is all, the Pentagon, and pray:

PLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!

Because there is no Truth, and no False. Only an imaginery grid on which to place "facts" like a chess game--or better yet Go--and if you cannot think four moves ahead, fuck you.

Of course, the four moves are not logical; so it's more like 256 moves to plan. If you're into planning. And if you plan all 256, we need to have a private conversation. I encourage you to cross out the ones that lead to failure, and move on. Kick dust at that shit. Or at least spit.

Ironically, though iron hath no weight here, 256 is also the number of photo levels, from black to white, normally achieveable by any camera, which is "Fact". At least without a backbend.

But I sincerely hope by this point, you don't follow the numbers. They don't exist.

00005: Don't believe anything you read; not even this.

What pricetag do you put on your worth? Your dignity? Your life?...
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Why are you actually trying to answer that question? Which one did you try to answer? Was it suggestion alone that made you try it?

Live. As you are. ATTENTION!

Ignore me. You are wise to do so (and if so, you just got that joke). I am nothing to you, and should not matter.

Live. As you are. ATTENTION!

Look at yourself in a mirror right now. Like it? No, question isn't what anyone else thinks--what do YOU THINK? Do you think? Can you think? Still like it?

I commence this to the Goddess who will thankfully judge you right now.

"Rhythm and farkle", indeed.

As Randoma the Elder Though Younger stated, "We are the Wild Cards; they don't know we're coming."

*Kandinsky. Just read him.