  " I dream of the intellectual destroyer of evidence and universalities,  the one who,  in the inertias and constraints of the present,  locates and marks the weak points,  the openings,
 the lines of force,  who incessantly displaces himself,  doesn't know exactly where he is heading nor what he'll think tomorrow because he is too attentive to the present.  - Michel Foucault,  Interview.
 __________________________________________________________ When we roam,  faded rumors that'll outlast the century crazy heroes all painted in glass,  which way to the stars?  I'll be home in the landscape of our new century crazy millions have all long since past their way to the stars Oh summertime lift back the veil that hides you and me I can run.  burried rummors all traced in the past Faded mirrors all aging with cracks,  which way and how far?
 I will drive.  to reach the landscape of where you begin and the reflection of what I pretend oh summertime lift back the veil that hides you and me summertime lift back the veil that hides you and me some other time so I'll carry on,  faded rumors that'll outlive their destiny faded millions that have long since past their way to the stars,  it all shine's in the Summertime lift back the veil that hides you and me some other time lift back the veil that hides you and me - The Fire Theft backBlog( '100503',
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