theMuzzl3 Writes, Daily

[theMuzzl3]

theMuzzl3 writes, daily.
The page in which he writes about himself shall end, maybe.
In hopes that we're mutual friends, I'd hope you'd reflect how I pray for the.
Dumbass theMuzzl3, he tries to right his wrongs, depending strictly on his own safety.
Gravity hits the situation -- theMuzzl3 mask pulls him down, but his chin begins to rise and you glimpse his frown.
Then, his face becomes clear. You reply, "oh, God, oh dear, why must you appear?"
This is like the inbox of my diary, flying upward while all else is pulled too far down to see.
From this view point, theMuzzl3's mask looks tiny; but we're surprised to see that he who wore it is still up with us.
The drop point is still the drop, and the mask is awaiting its recipient.
May you not go through the same torture of being muted;
nor ever shall you be reputed to have diluted transmutations.
Remain a student, because the master is forever ascended upon.
Tears fall, and the master must catch them and explain a ton of information.
Modular synthesis of organic material must remain analog.
Dialog is to sustain its simplistic nature and go on being complicated, in the tongue.
Discrimination, moderation, powers that be… can be synonymous, monopolized.
Or, moderators can perform the powers that 'be' at their fingertips, and be anonymously
performing their duties, righteously, and without regret of others' harmful
production of alienated extracts of virtual dust that may spontaneously combust;
and robustly shatter random souls into nonexistence, once again.
This is my stance: don't say any words, and you'll be safe: from the plan.