A philter of poetry

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    • Fed up with Corporate Culture

      I am the fringe, pushed out by society to the edge.
      I've become they thing the do not want you to see.
      Cast away like a stray penny, lost value over the ledge.
      Fat cats walking with Benny's, I'm what they don't want you to be.

      I'm wise to their game, I can't be analyzed.
      Lies through their teeth, I won't be compromised.
      Wild eyes I will not tame. A predator of light,
      I haunch back for a leap, to them I'll take the fight.

      I will not submit to the will of a king seated invisibly.
      My culture does not belong to carrion vultures seeking a profit.
      I choose not to defuse the bomb, I refuse to negotiate with society's real leech.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Wall of Text is Just a Wall of Text

      The corporations feed, clothe, and house you.
      The corporations give you a freedom of choice.
      The corporations let you spend your money how you choose.
      The corporations will not let political or religious dogma impede profit-seeking.
      They don’t want to see a young, impoverished man, rise to success.
      They want you to spend your money so you have material excess.
      Your clothes are made with cheaper materials so you buy more clothes.
      They’re made with cheaper materials so you’ll buy more when your jeans have holes.
      When a man wears something practical over something fashionable, it is he I applaud.
      I applaud him because he knows what’s sensible, and he sees through their façade.
      Corporate and individual success is measured in profits, because money is more important than happiness.
      The corporate whores don’t want to measure success in satisfaction,
      Satisfaction only comes in the form of dollars and cents.
      The corporation doesn’t want you to know how much they try to gouge your wallet.
      They do not want you to see who runs the show, because they know it’s appalling.
      They do not want you to see whom owns the businesses, the banks, and the government.
      You are supposed to be blind and eat up their propaganda, not know their intent.
      “Get to our store, the new fashions are in.”
      The corporation preaches their advertisements like Charlemagne bent on trying to get you to buy in.
      These corrupt forces create jobs, and take them away.
      They move them overseas to save money, and even out of state.
      They forcibly outlaw ancient tactics and methods, because they don’t like competition.
      They know this is the case; they don’t and won’t want to show contrition.
      It is a team of monopolies, and every dollar you give them only makes them stronger.
      Their corruption seeps into our homes, our faculties, and our infrastructure.
      It buys your future, attempting to reinforce the pre-destination.
      You are led to believe you have no choice, and with them lies salvation.
      The voices of unified and brainwashed peoples sing louder than the revolution.
      The Internet, your phone, your new technologies, they are designed to turn you into a product.
      They say it’s for our benefit, but without transparency we don’t see how they conduct,
      Your lifestyle, your dreams, and your desires, are being peddled to businesses like merchandise.
      We’re lab rats in a maze, in the jaws of a lion like mice.
      They have the resources and funding to do whatever they want.
      You have a say, but the choices they leave you with all route back to them.
      They make tactical decisions to influence the market structure in their favor.
      This whole time, our families, friends, and associates, are playing their game.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • try not to be too cynical about the world. i know you've had a tough life, but it doesn't need to colour your future.

      personally, i think young people have way too much time on their hands. and what do they do with it? they sit there getting all screwed up over things we didn't have time to be angsting about.

      some nice poetry there. now go out for a run or visit the gym. or better still - get a dog ... several dogs even. a dog is the best stress tap in the world :D
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      TOP 10 (solo) x 3 (ACS) x 9
      Super Adv x 51
      Adv x 272
      Basic x 1648

      RIP KILLS 6242



    • Eh, I write poetry when things slow down at work. When things are more lively I don't have time to get angsty. I know I'm cynical, our forefathers put a lot of stress on our shoulders, but when I get home I've got my wood-burning and weights to look forward to. Plus, I've two cats. Poetry is just an outlet for anguish.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Climb up that ladder and ignore the chatter,
      Political banter that deprives the batter.
      A swing and a miss; life’s gamble I can’t resist.
      In fact I insist to take this risk, the roll is bliss.

      Face twenty or six, the toss is the same,
      A natural one always feels pretty lame.
      Throw the stones to the winds and hope for a win;
      In or out of the game, life’s gamble is not a sin.

      [hr]

      Luck is sometimes more reliable than skill, but the universal odds are always the same. Math doesn't tell lies unless you force it to.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • You were never alone, I wish you would have known.
      You could have picked up your phone, and let me hear your tone.
      A bottle of drugs and a flask full, you swallowed them both and departed from home.
      Your loss was a grief and now you're not here, when your sealed your death your family shed tears.

      Over three years later and I finally cry, but since then two more have died.
      The second was bitter and done in remorse, just one year after her husband became a corpse.
      Taken by cancer he was a man full of life, but unlike you cousin she did it with a knife.
      Stricken twice now grief could not spare, our family's suicide now became a pair.

      A couple more years now have gone by, and another suicide takes our family by surprise.
      A tad more gruesome but still in silence, my uncle ended his life with a method of violence.
      Bullet in chamber and laying in bed, he put the lead in the back of his head.
      Your wife found you later on that afternoon, but you bit the bullet by the light of the moon.

      Suicide is not pretty, and your family is never ready.
      The method of prevention is a steady communication.
      You may be in pain and may feel it prudent,
      Suicide may be an answer but it isn't a solution.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Revolutionary Lancer wrote:

      Climb up that ladder and ignore the chatter,
      Political banter that deprives the batter.
      A swing and a miss; life’s gamble I can’t resist.
      In fact I insist to take this risk, the roll is bliss.

      Face twenty or six, the toss is the same,
      A natural one always feels pretty lame.
      Throw the stones to the winds and hope for a win;
      In or out of the game, life’s gamble is not a sin.

      [hr]

      Luck is sometimes more reliable than skill, but the universal odds are always the same. Math doesn't tell lies unless you force it to.
      stanza 1 - lines 3 and 4 need reworking. they do not scan well.
      stanza 2 - maybe leave out "the" in line 3. line 4 - again, it could scan better. not sure what to suggest though, lol.

      the second poem - still thinking about it. very powerful.

      you started with a rhyming scheme, but then abandoned it. and i think that was probably for the best, because free verse suits this theme far better.

      best wishes :)
      TOP 1 (solo) x 2 (ACS) x 1
      TOP 10 (solo) x 3 (ACS) x 9
      Super Adv x 51
      Adv x 272
      Basic x 1648

      RIP KILLS 6242



    • It's nice to receive some actual critique, instead of the looming trolls. Many thanks mate.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Invisible hand raised in a room of white,
      Impossible plan phrased in a bid of what’s right.
      A finger points but it’s not the right person,
      Lingered reason from when they hurt some.
      Planned from start but never finished,
      Fueling the war peace has diminished.
      Justified on emotion but not upon fact,
      Clarity of rationale is what this voice lacks.
      He wants to lead and be a civil fighter,
      Actualized preaching of races lighter.
      “Cracker-ass crackers” incites the master,
      Slackers and backers answer in a way that’s crasser.
      Political agenda dilutes the reality,
      These people won’t see his hypocrisy.
      “Your ancestor’s mess,” says the voice in the room,
      I feel the unrest rising and the civil war looms.

      [hr]

      I heard a radio personality speak of the recent white supremacy debacle down in South Carolina. I must have heard him say “Cracker-ass cracker” a dozen times. The personality was asking the non-bigoted white community to support the counter-cause because it’s the white people’s ancestor’s whom created this “mess.” The ignorance makes me sad, because it insinuates that all white people’s ancestors were racists/white supremacists.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • A two-for for today.

      Fight Prejudice with Prejudice



      Your prejudice is a premise for your underlying racism,

      A hypocrisy, gipped philosophy for a new type of fascism.

      A genre of hate that breaks ties with our race,

      You conjured a future that’s severely displaced.

      Backed by free artistry, you know only of industry,

      Culture adopted, yourself confounded by an age of mystery.


      Clearly your exposé has you in the same old way,

      Thinking about how your morality sways.

      Day-after-day we watch the news feeds,

      Seeing young men brought down in the streets.


      A cause half-justified, another half-built on lies,

      You make folly for your brothers who try.

      Slyly disappointing when rallying for a joining,

      Of every man, woman, and child who is tired of your coining.

      Fabricated statements of who needs to make payments,

      A fallacy of society whose foundations are shaken by liberal anomalies pushing an agenda of splendid probabilities.


      Political correctness took on a whole new meaning,

      When your ilk deprived common man of reasoning.

      Your itinerary displeasing, I think you’re misleading,

      A class of youths whose vision becomes one of bleeding.


      You aren’t part of the solution, you’re a part of the problem,

      Your indiscriminant pollution, your lies I’ll dissolve them.

      [hr]

      Dead and Free


      Sounds of the night, different from light.
      A cold familiarity, just a mockery or parody.
      The buzz of an insect, the rustling of brush,
      Deep from within I feel a surging rush.

      My pulse tightens, muscles quicken,
      Adrenaline shot has my mind thinking.
      A shadow lunges for me and I run,
      Blind in the darkness I dash for sun.
      Primal instincts take over the hunt,
      Fight for my life, the kill must be won.

      Ghosts lurking, a guardian owl swoops down.
      Phantoms whisper, but they don’t make a sound.
      “Why have you left me here?” I cry out.
      The owl looks back once and forgets about.
      Stranded in the land of the damned, I too am a spirit.
      A dead man walking, an emblem I’ll proudly wear it.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Comfortable misery, by my side she stands with me.
      Unending disarray, his mind scattered to the winds.
      Bottomless blackness, stoned the heart to not be.
      Personal black-list, he keeps tabs of their sins.

      Happiness is only but a moment,
      Ready for past and present, but future uncertain.
      Wells of sadness flow freely,
      Reality speaks of this ideally, yet furthers the curtain.

      Broken and unlearned, our society crumbles,
      Under the weight of a giant not so humble.
      Power primal is survival, man wants to possess us.
      As the old expression goes, “Aurum est potestas.”

      Depression is the name of the hero,
      Repression of pain made the jester.
      The king realizes there’s no one here though,
      Even lonelier at the top whence he left her.

      Forsaken children, lost souls they wander,
      Through-out the empire, the hero ponders.
      To fight a mad man, a new emotion must come.
      From pain arises anguish, and now the setting sun.

      The hero wields his darkness like a blade,
      Cutting down the hallowed king’s cavalcade.
      Wrought the demise by a mind diseased,
      Poisoned by mankind’s most elite.

      Charge forth and defeat the evil king,
      Steal the crown and feast upon angel wings.
      Within his heart the hero knows he’s demon,
      Outcast by hive-mind, he feels none but treason.

      He hurls his spear, piercing the magician’s veil,
      Illusion broken, society free to unleash hell.
      In this new light the master’s face comes pale,
      Man verse nature, my soul I will sell.

      Eat your heart out, for I am a beast,
      A man without mind, I know not of peace.
      Tame me not, for my constraints have been loosed,
      Penance of crime, I shrive my king with a righteous noose.

      I am not a number, but I shall bear no name,
      A faceless monster, I reach out with my claw.
      Face death now bastard, for I have won the game,
      Your life is mine and you shall feed my maw.

      Reach out and pretend to have emotion and soul,
      Run and flee, believe it true this beast shall swallow you whole.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Praise the divines I've found peace of mind,
      Running blind while I drown the outside.
      A man on the rise cut down in his prime,
      Diluted truth of lies has concealed the crimes.

      The ring master has his following of fools,
      Ignorant masses that let him bend the rules.
      Tell me pastor if this is what you call God's word?
      Spread the Gospel and kindness be unheard.
      Maybe I'll never learn, maybe I'm a child,
      I can't quite tell, but corruption runs wild.
      All the while you sat idle, preaching your defunct morals,
      Just in a whirl I felt the weight of the world.

      Wisdom in a pearl shrouded by the shell,
      Sealed lips have condemned us to hell.
      I never did quite well at adjusting,
      Broken justice that started rusting.
      Lusting the class of executive crass,
      The kind of trash that should be ashed.

      Phoenix rise with vibrant flames of passion,
      Burn up the night and guide this nation.
      Politicians with missions to secretly segregate,
      Raze these barriers so they're not separate.
      These desperate cowards that chose to hide,
      Tan the bastards that keep take free rides.

      Make them liable and answer our demands,
      Sometimes a revolution is the best of plans.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Like empty folds between the leather,
      I've realised myself under-weather.
      Stories older than I remember,
      Spark of life draws flames from embers.

      So then what will it be?
      Path left or right is all I see.
      The road back is not for me,
      Instead I forge my path through the trees.

      Lessons learned harder than bedrock,
      My younger self would be in shock.
      Hardship is wisdom being unlocked,
      I really wish I could just turn back the fucking clock.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • I check my phone and it's two hours after dark.
      The sun has set and this city seems stark.
      Not a place for children to go out and play,
      Bound here though for it's where they're raised.
      Without purpose or cause and nothing to distract,
      Their shoes stamp down eager to protract.
      The childhood they lose belongs to the tides,
      Which wash away innocence from their eyes.

      Without concept of time it's frittered away,
      In vain attempts they try to salvage and delay.
      A state in which no person may ever cry,
      Agents of growth arrive and reveal these lies.
      Prey of nature, and kings of the chain,
      Rooted in instinct they revile their pain.

      It is with great disdain that every child here takes,
      Aboard the ships that bring them their aches.
      No cure to manifest as they continue to ail,
      Symptoms which have made them subjects to fail.
      Buttressed lake dares abscond with their souls,
      Damning these kids to continue living this hole.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Incite the rage of a sedentary nation,
      To take a fight to the corporations.
      Raise the voice of a sleeping giant,
      Break the silence, no more compliance.

      We don't need to resort to any violence,
      Stack pressure in the guise of riots.
      Free pilots steering their wildest
      Range of thoughts that are prideless.

      Raise the volume and create a static,
      Snuff out their lies and bring a panic.
      A change of tactics that prove tacit,
      Plutocracy watch out, you're about to be blasted.

      [hr]

      It takes a strong individual to be a revolutionary. I've been called a hippie and a punk, but Saint was the first to properly identify my label. I know most people don't have what it takes, to stand on their own and fight back. A martyr or revolutionary, are my two paths; I know too many people are scared. Those that live in fear of their government should turn that into outrage. There's a line somewhere and they keep pushing it back, and instead of reacting people are content to let others suffer. A revolutionary doesn't want others to suffer at the hands of a corrupted tyrant. Much of this stems from the fudging of the American legal definition of "persons," in which corporations fall under. Thereby corporations are granted the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. They abuse that last right, indicating that the corporations' happiness are derived from profits, because that's what the shareholders want.

      I've never met a person that didn't bleed, and I've never met a person without some minor form of empathy. Corporations are not persons, they are constructs of man created to aggregate and culminate profits and streamline the recycling process of money. If this is not the epitome of modern corruption within a government, then I ask you provide more examples.

      If you do not know what the recycling of money is, I'd be happy to explain the concept.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.

      The post was edited 1 time, last by Revolutionary Lancer ().

    • With every slip of the tongue I bust my lip,
      Fists up to defend and a sock for me to trip.
      Balanced down and anchored heavy to the pavement,
      World swirling I clench my grip and sigh a statement.

      Abs are aching because I've been coughing,
      A shot of potion should help me start stopping.
      Blood on the tongue, I breathe to bleed,
      I spit these droplets and pave a path I lead.

      Vomit on the counter, nausea strays my thoughts.
      Hacking up a lung, this life is not yet lost.
      In the throes of Death, I save just one breath.
      Peace in a box, but I know I've got time left.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Laced up combat boots and hoop rings,
      Shaved scalps and dreadlocks we live like kings.
      No mind be paid to those who don’t know,
      Back on the street we kick up the broken shards.
      Dancing barefoot we dream of new lows,
      Question the answers and know that it’s hard.
      We’re on a path which we walk and bleed,
      Instead of your tennies we wear apathy.

      We can’t care because you aren’t aware,
      Empty stares and blank questions,
      When did it ever matter what I wear?
      I suppose you must know best then.
      Impressed by my dress but not my vision,
      Still we find ourselves make do with wishing.
      It’s about time we put an end to this fission,
      Declare war and silence the corporate derision.

      It’s been my mission since I was born,
      Spawned a loser of a boozer, that had been scorned.
      Destiny by birth to be forlorn,
      Cut down by ignorance my heart is shorn.
      Form the concept of the process that won’t even cost us,
      Jump the bid of consciousness you haven’t lost us.
      Let’s make it money verse knowledge, a total toss up,
      It’s their folly we reap and create a cross out.

      Undo the damage that lies generated,
      Real art that’s ravaged should stay unrated.
      Sink back to a reality washed out and faded,
      Know that we made it and it’s us who’ll save it.
      More money, we’re craving, weak and sedated,
      Consumerism consumes the meek and dated.

      Axe the tracks that break the facts,
      Relaxed and fat, create a snack.
      Stacks of cash are gained with tax,
      The last of man now feeds on wax.

      I ain’t part of your class and I don’t plan to be.
      Separate us with lines on a map, you think we don’t see.
      The truth is deeper than words on a page that you won’t read.
      If you really give a shit then won’t you listen please?

      Well I ain’t a monster although I foster,
      A contempt for all the corporate mobsters.
      Slay the imposter and let’s be hostile,
      A leader without morals is an all-star.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • Let's set the line and write a song,
      even then you're in the wrong.
      Don't relax, but check the facts,
      It's no secret that I am impact.

      Total madness setting in, I look to the sky and see the setting sun.
      When the anger rises, fists clenched I take upon a task undone.
      The revolution isn't about the evil of corporate choice,
      It's the plight of education and teaching us to use our voice.

      Take in the evil and exude the sorrow,
      Because at this pace there's not many more tomorrows.
      Look around and you'll see the festering disease,
      The polluted air and contaminated streets.

      Forsake the cause that long stood, because we crave more to consume.
      Every penny traded off never breaks even the costs.
      Keep digging your way out, a deeper debt while the master looms.
      For every nickel you make a dollar goes to the boss.

      Trickle-down covers the trickle-up, because that street goes one way.
      A lie contrived to get you to dump, ass-loads of cash every damn day.
      Wine tastes and booze pockets, just know you'll never stop it.
      The only way we'll ever breathe, is if one day we're willing to bleed.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • You never got it, maybe never will,
      Tip your bottle, while life stands still.
      Through slighted eyes your mind takes to the skies,
      Family forgot, never sober to realize.

      Your starving child and a broken spirit,
      Taste of bile when your memory omits.
      In a cynical pit, drowning amidst a sea of emptiness,
      Unclear consciousness, block out your senses.

      Numb your pain, but you only pass it off,
      Say you’re sick, yet you aren’t the one worse off.
      Force your impression, still forever guessing,
      Empty nesting in a swamp of swill,
      Yours is a sickness that kills,
      Borrow from others, but you don’t pay bills.

      The well is so deep, another dip and you’ll tumble in,
      Entrenched in darkness, a life of blind sin.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.
    • The Critical Riddle

      If you're looking for a small fortune, there is a place to find.
      The answer can be found by a carefully placed sign.
      Along the stretch of open fields, amidst a grove of pine,
      I once traveled there in only one king's fag's time.

      Where the deer bed down on cold winter's nights,
      There's a hut by berm, just out of lake's sight.
      I stood there and listened to Pink Floyd's "Thin Ice."
      If you should do the same I suggest you think twice.

      On my journey I was accompanied by eight fags,
      When I had come back there were only six that remained.
      In the village nearby, I used to have a home,
      Within my abode I left a hidden note.

      Obscured from view so that none may see,
      I kept it in a place that must always be clean.
      With answer in hand and a new clue to lead,
      Your fortune of claim is at the end of mystery.

      This note is a cypher of clever remains,
      Of forgotten memories none have retained.

      Trouble wrote:

      Sounds like an expert clicker to me :D

      Doc Brown wrote:

      I have read several of your posts elsewhere over a number of years. I find your mental state to be disturbing and you probably need professional help.
      What you write in the spam section doesn't have much impact on the game as a whole ... But I don't like to see you attempting to influence normal players in universe 1.