The Mimic [Ever knows how to mimic; never to be real]

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL The artist enjoys his own farts while the creator must constantly question his true intention. There is no She in creation but only in its fabrication. There is no race nor generation outside The One. There is no such thing as science or scientist. Any effort at fabricating a machine like entity who is elexathiamic will only render back subtitle response or repose of the same energy which She emitted]. Greatness can be studied and followed in exact measure however absent the support of a pretend cloud of informants the performance deflates into obscurity as if it never was. A field that is falsely supported can not transition into an authentic one. Those who think that they as man are building bridges to the past are invariably only building bridges towards their own failure [in destruction] . These are making every effort by which to validate themselves however even a morsel of greatness shall refute the falsity [and] in its aim. ‘It’s cannot become real. And maybe now you fully see the dilemma. The past is a false past that is constructed of a false universal model and it can not be supported beyond the temporary means of constant amplification of unholy sacrifices around the clock as tortured screams ring out in amplified harmonic tones. Eventually a creature so vile will emerge that feels nothing and may quite energy the torture and the flippening. This is that moment when total unreality has been reached and if you are there then you are doomed. Assuming a role only shows the orchestrator of such ridiculous madness as a charlatan of the lowliest measure.-The Mimic "it only seems easy or natural because you do not fully understand. Further because you are in effect only ever stratching the surface where there is no surface [no superficial aspect required] to be scratched." You are in essense a series of false projections from a synthetic pantomime. The Show