I wander from community to community always seeking the next experience and the next connection. I adventure changing as the internal pain demands. I exploring seeking new ways and criteria to replace those that failed me. As a seer, it is hard to know to see beyond the grand illusion, to realize the men in white hats have black rotten souls, and to see the wolf that most refuse to believe exists. It is old game, one of shells and a single marble. Those who rule play the tune, but most who dance never know where the music comes from. It is run by coin simply.
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