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Safety pins, refusing to yield yet.

That's the sound of being technically correct. Next: the lever.

A decent imitation of Cengiz Balik's style of free verse, but they could have gone harder with the adverbs.

Back when you were still the old CASCADE. Pre-failure, pre-disgrace, pre-despair.

Shades from another time move endlessly across the ancient wood, pickling it with nostalgia.

'It' rides into battle under polychrome banners, lance shining with the hopes of the people. 'It' wears a suit of steel. Women and homosexuals throw flowers at its feet.

No spiritual, chemical, or therapeutic substitute.

If there are parallel you-s out there, then life becomes merely probabilistic. You cease to be 'you' and become nothing but a point somewhere in a graph of what you might be, but never are.

A shadow existence, a purgatorial condition of unrealised possibility.

An operant should blend seamlessly into their environment, leave no trace.

YOUR ENEMIES WILL DEFINITELY SEE YOU COMING, THEY JUST WON'T BE ABLE TO MOVE FAST ENOUGH.

Twelve thousand years ago, the Paleolithic huntress stumbled onto this place much as you just stumbled onto the location in your mind.

Green so green it stings like lemon injected straight into the optic nerve.

Megatherium to the pygmy tree sloth of the weed you know.

Hold fast, guard yourself against those who would test you. This is the path that must be followed.

The art's been shit, though.

No more distance, no more pain...

OVERTHROW THE VALUE-FORM, EXCEPT IN STRATEGIC INDUSTRIES.

A sickly bureaucratic rainbow, the decaying remains of the Opera's collective memory.

That weight is called self-awareness. Without it you may float.

No more doubt. Just the bitter clarity of forever being the one it happened to.

Gäng calls bullshit! There's no bigger event than putting the crew back together.

Individualism, emotion, even existence dissipates across the full stretch of eternity.

YOU ARE BEING UNDERMINED FROM WITHIN. RESIST THE NIHILISTIC TENDENCY.

CLAIMS THAT THE PARTY'S REPRESENTATIVE DOVE INTO THE BULLET ARE NOTHING BUT RIGHT-WING MISINFORMATION.

Who are your superiors to decide what your real assignment is?

It comes with a neurochemical kick, a kind of anti-high that sinks you into a delectable depression.

Stomach. Tightening.

Lap it up, dögs. Witness the power of accumulated being.

NAVEL-GAZING INDIVIDUALISTIC MEDITATIONS. YOU ARE A CELL IN THE BODY OF SOCIETY, THE LOCUS IS COLLECTIVE AND EXTERNAL.

You might as well be compromised, with that attitude.

Shadows are not a substance. And subatomic tunneling is a quantum event, not a lifestyle choice.

Stagecraft, elevated by mystique, becomes myth. There's great power in that.

Your inner wolf howled at each and every one. The moon always barked back.

Pain. No. Keep away.

This will definitely hurt. Estimated duration: eternal.

Memories projected upon a white bedsheet, rough with grain and burned by cigarettes.

And who packs you off.

Just don't spend too much time there alone, you might blow your brains out.

Proposals to put assets through empathy-effacing conditioning protocols have been stymied by 'humanist' elements within the Operant bureau, creating a generation of vulnerable, emotionally-compromised spies.

During your training an old psychomancer told you that it's only in the faces of others that you come to know your own.

That Kurt guy had it the other way around...

The huntress watches the long, reddish back of a sea mink as it snakes through the water, a thorny lobster still struggling in its jaws. Pups run to the water's edge, yipping with excitement.

SEE HOW THE BEATLAYER INFECTS THE CROWD WITH A COMPULSION TO PERFORM THE SAD WRIGGLING AND THE DROPPING IT DOWN LOW.

Awkward imagery. Agglutinated constructions. The rhetorical mode of the age.

REACTIONARY PESSIMISM. THE PEOPLE YEARN FOR STRONG STATEMENTS TO REPEAT ENDLESSLY.

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