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Promise Paroxysms Meet Our Shadow Box
Chaos insists upon allowing the shadows of others to make comments in this travesty of a web site, and against our better judgment, we are reminded by our shadow that a promise is a promise and in order to heal the void to once again achieve the balance of compromise we must allow our shadow to explore alternative thought, theory and conceptualizations.
Our shadow’s omniscience confined within the limitless rage of staggering pomposity, operates under the delusion that there exist shadows of others who have inflicted sufficiently catastrophic blows to their own sunny site and are now seeking endless advice and self critique.
Immortality Achieved
Our shadow knows, in a thousand years, museums will display these notes and scribbles. The notion agitates us to the point Control busies herself with the ridiculousness of the notion of immortality of any form much less achievable among such simple-minded members of the great pool. Control, equally convinced of moral superiority and omniscience confined within the limitless rage of staggering order, reason and logic realizes the fallacy of pride for individual achievement.
We tried to tell Her
Not completely accurate, because Control has no concept of our shadow’s existence, we try to explain to our shadow that no one really cares, and all the eye rolling should be a clue…and it’s not like our shadow wants to hear what anyone else’s shadow has to say, so we simply do not understand this dangerous adventure, but as our shadow continuously reminds, like a dripping faucet, that a promise is a promise.
