January 1st 2013

Nothing quite better than waking up this New Years Day to my best friend in bed with me, (and by that I mean the dog), after a night spent eating Chinese Food, which all good signs of fortune telling come from, are no longer predictable as its year previous. At this point in time, here sitting in between years separated only by virtue of itself, is an unspoiled dinner in stale air dried frozen, (leftover chinese food from the year before) sitting on the edge of its time's now pale interests, that this year compared to last now just a shadow of its former self. What are the new disguises, which will less happier people choose, feel must they wear - seeing as how their unmet needs, are not so that this coming year then can save them from the last. Save them from another year of a false meditative quality, that they fake being held out to despair, false hope, and inequity.

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"What are the new disguises, which will less happier people choose, feel must they wear - seeing as how their unmet needs, are not so that this coming year then can save them from the last. Save them from another year of a false meditative quality, that they fake being held out to despair, false hope, and inequity." (MA2013)

^I dare say, that represents my dedication to a duty done in secret. I am not one that will fake my happiness, due to the shallow ignorance of others that care to join.