LOGJAM
Alexander came, saw conquered, all those
Caesars, and everything else : we spin false
truth like a dish on a potter's wheel, making
it up as we go along. Whatever you wish to
believe, believe me, it's there. I am the ghost
of everything past. Yes, yes, well I came past
all that. I wandered the Sea of Reeds,
and just kept going.
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