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| Hatter-like I pursue the unicorn. 10 shilling and sixpence and all the secrets shall be revealed to you. Alexipharmic, from all poisons protected now. So close your eyes, my eyes. Do not be despondent, depressed, distraught at aught, though we see nothing plain. The slightest peep will reveal what we want to conceal in Dorian's dark mirror showing us as we 'really are'. Having dipped a toe and stirred, it is no surprise that the mud is disturbed and disturbing. Do not end it here, for, this too shall pass, but neither assume this will be the last time congratulating myself on just how far I have come. Fool hardy, I step over the cliff though my conscience nags me. With luck (beginners this time around, again). With luck, something will break my neck. Caput Mortum Mortificatio Osiris nigredo. For all who will live eternally are doomed to die. I shall rot, carrion crows complete the cleansing. Burn my bones, roast them, desiccated, dried, calcified freed – for now finally taking the first step, again. Remember?
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