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I crave confusion. My dichotomy charts the history of my own labelling as a confuser. Charting this in turn belies the facts as they are generally understood and constituted, towards positions which are at once both mutually exclusive and intrinsic to the differentials I tend to favour. Meanings remain simple. Words, though varied, amount to the same thing. I made this situation, and I am proud of it. I use names which have no power, and I create causes from their weakness and lack of continuity.

This doesn’t help people because it isn't meant to.

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