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if should any word comply, it may be treachery, receptiveness. something along those lines, or the lack of both. i am devious that way. before this, let me cast countenance over all these hypocritical mien. natural partiality to endure, i am much less than dismayed to expose my past deeds, sufficiently intoxicated by the ceaseless ramblings on the missive of my own imaginations. in sleep i talk because i binge on words. i am binging on these words that contain no falsehoods, designs or volume.. only the stark transient truth about us. it's similar to needing courage to be underestimated but, you needing greater strength to judge me.