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The looking glass, mirror upon mirror, an endless seizure of landscapes. I know of a secret place in the desert, but you cannot go there. Your visions of Heaven are chains tied to my bones. Call me the Fifth Seeker, and I will bow to your attempt for humor. You know just enough to do serious damage, so in the end analysis your death would be more beneficial to the human race. Think of it this way, human sacrafice is a battery that has been fully charged since Christ, but now is drained and needs a recharge. I am nominating you myself. I will compell you, convince you, and you will capitulate. You must, there is no better canidate. Burning Man. August 2012. You better be there, brother, or I will just fucking do it myself.
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