Lo, all circumstances that had kept me from my thoughts have been stripped away violently like lightning lashes the Earth skinning its beautiful skein, exposing the desperate maladies it so coyly tries to hide. Well to you I say "Bleed, noble Earth, be exsanguinated you unclean loess, let your cinders be besoiled by the truth; defile, draggle, foul, sully, and tarnish to your will's contempt and let the pain strike you where it hurts most".
My most triumphant return, and perhaps most importantly now King Lear need not laugh alone, for I too laugh at gilded butterflies.
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