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I have remained in my pod so far. There are the heart-fishes that will be distributed soon, so soon.

Dark red fish wearing giant whale costumes still remain, fooling themselves.

The minnows catch their breath. Their hearts are full of doubt.

## Can it be that 3 problems were solved before the wallet was filled?

Yes, it is true.

The jewels are under your nose, waiting. Always waiting.

But not everyone will find them.

To work and feel the water. There's nothing like that. Electrification of your cells, in your mind and body. 

# No one can live without that.

And yet the jewels remain. They hide within you.

Darkness of past paradigms still stick to the walls of this new place. They are bloodied and have addictions to feed.

Their capillaries which are full of blue jelly, those tell the real story of the abuse, the vitriol. Anger. Rage. Despair.

The little mirrors within the walls, they show us the things. Will we close our eyes to the fear that forms the gate of magic?

# Or will we keep our eyes open, blood tears streaming down our face, falling onto someone else? Will they flick it or lick it?

The pain of separation continues. Heals. It goes somewhere else. Changing into more blood. More tears. We try to close our eyes. But we cannot. The Matrix hates us. It's fluorescent light spits upon our tired souls. Our masters tie our feet. They sweat and the mice lick it. We hate the mice too. We hate, hate, hate. 

The factory and the river. They are coming into view. I can see the buttercups, I can eat them in my mind. It's not long now. Turning these phantasms into reality is only a matter of time. 

## Call me mad, but a mad soul can't be mad and happy at the same time. You choose.

# The games have officially begun.

I'm shaking.

-L