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you are now entering the citadel of trash. you are leaving the protectorate. welcome to the charonic maelstrom of noise. by the way side but in your head. yours truly, guide person number 16
under the trash, over the trash.
a candle in the night.
come and find me.
yours truly,
guide person number 16
a new era.
but not really.
more trash, piled high.
a march to the obligatory breaks.
rest, person, rest.
thank you for visiting,
run with it.
walk with it.
out of the protectorate.
still.
running on high noise.
a plague.
rest and remember.
tough roads make for strong feet.
a return.
the vocoder has changed. the voice has been reclaimed. lights and sounds.
hallowed sounds for the hallowed morn.
the machines are working, pistons pumping + the factory is causing pandemonium.
the lines have switched.
the guide did not see.
we recovered, and meandered.
the citadel is alive.
the vendors walk the streets.
do not take their gifts.
it's all trash.
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