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CrazyKens UnHack Yourself Page*************************************** ********************************************* ********************************************** Everyone’s a victim here /

Nobody’s hands are clean /

There’s so very little left of wild Eden Earth /

These lesions once were lakes /

We don’t know how to shoulder blame /

Or learn from past mistakes /

So who will come to save the day? /

Mighty Mouse. . . ? Superman. . . ? /

Bad Dreams are good / In the Great Plan

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Our hands were firmly cementedBy a fast balm, which thence did spring ;Our eye-beams twisted, and did threadOur eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands, as yetWas all the means to make us one ;And pictures in our eyes to getWas all our propagation.
As, 'twixt two equal armies, FateSuspends uncertain victory,Our souls—which to advance their state,Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,We like sepulchral statues lay ;All day, the same our postures were,And we said nothing, all the day.
If any, so by love refined, That he soul's language understood,And by good love were grown all mind,Within convenient distance stood,
He—though he knew not which soul spake,Because both meant, both spake the same—Might thence a new concoction take,And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth unperplex(We said) and tell us what we love ;We see by this, it was not sex ;We see, we saw not, what did move :
But as all several souls containMixture of things they know not what,Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,And makes both one, each this, and that.
A single violet transplant,The strength, the colour, and the size—All which before was poor and scant—Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another soInteranimates two souls,That abler soul, which thence doth flow,Defects of loneliness controls.
We then, who are this new soul, know,Of what we are composed, and made,For th' atomies of which we growAre souls, whom no change can invade.
But, O alas ! so long, so far,Our bodies why do we forbear? They are ours, though not we ; we are Th' intelligences, they the spheres.
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