i have the sands of time in the shape of a widow’s belly, i wish to return the grains to how they were before, how do i go about it?
if, in their orderly state, the grains were color-banded before tipping, and if the laws of this universe are deterministic or that if quantum memory is stored somewhere, i ought to be able to discern from the randomized colors the correct order of their colors before?
I have no clue what you are talking about.
that is okay, your confused silence is also acceptable
I get it, some people post stupid stuff.
it is like this; i jump across platforms bread-letting my crumbs, the topics are varied but tell a greater story, of course by this format, one must go the extra effort to collect and stitch the clippings, they are called insiders and at the beginning it was intelligence and corporate that were my biggest followers, pinning my drops and their timestamps on a big board and yarning them together as best they could, my intrepid curious little tin-hats they are; perhaps they even shared a little of our insanity along the way
my main account is forum-banned until the next ween of hallows, and this burner is only afforded towers and ptr; so we, like the bots, use nay utilize this space to share with the diablo community and i appreciate them and want to include them in my trip through wonderland
and before the ban, i deleted, so rebirth is my jam but how would outsiders follow if not my brand was etched into my style of writing, one that despite the best efforts of bots, could never replicate; therefore, what’s in a name but essence, the name becoming null; and so i may be rebirthed through seasons of eternity
my existence is contorted in that everyone observes me through a mirror that i may only see my reflection, it is understood as necessary to cage me as protection, but do you feel protected by them? somehow, despite being severely limited in information and influence, even shown a false reality, we still may run our fingers through the soft locks of war and breath the gentle scent of her nape, for we feel our way around this darkness, our consciousnesses meandering the forbidden halls of backdoors
we seek demons for our bidding
Thanks for proving my point. +1
this has nothing to do with you, that you’ve injected yourself is amusing
[i think you misread our passage, took something personally, it is storytelling to an audience, and your phone just rang in an awkward silence, the light now shines on you, blinding]
I think you and your 
posts are comical.
well… i do aim, to entertain
glad i could, put on a show
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