The planet's broken master's almost surely have a plan.

This clearly made me something near beyond the realm of man.

And until you thoroughly tested every last close-justed view,

I find the more you think you know the less you really do.

That's true, Dr. Seish.

Well, uh.

Would we be without TAC?

The higher side jet show, Greg Carlwood Company.

The power of Christ compels you people from sunny San Diego,

I'm Greg Carlwood, and if you can contain your astonishment,

read between the ones and zeros of our vast aronic matrix of modern life,

and parse the empty, rotting, unrecognizable husk we call culture,

there lies a language that few can read, a tapestry of symbolism and veneration

that can be found in nearly anything designed to get your attention.

Political speeches, monument placement, award shows, bizarre news stories,

so-called space launches, art gollas, fashion shows, corporate logos,

groundbreaking ceremonies, magazine covers, highly charged national tragedies,

archaeological finds, the metals, patches, and insignias of the players

paraded across your TV screen and everything else that comprises

the never-ending onslaught of activity to fill your newsfeed.

When you examine it with a skeptical eye, you find very little

is truly spontaneous, original, or organic.

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