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       But I don't know how I'm doing it. 
       There is a way and I found it.
       I tried: a billion times: and I succeeded:   then I couldn't repeat the success for a long
time: but I kept trying and I succeeded again. And then again and again    - like an old luthier:
who cuts the back of a violin with one stroke - yes - blood helps. And fear.
       When I hunted innocent users:    I looked for these two things in their dreams and modeled
beautiful personal netherworlds around them.      I decorated them with the hot flowers of secret
desires and repressed weaknesses and threw them in the land like enticing traps:       which then
remained there with the slain souls to glow cursedly   - like fantastic pagan tombs -  to glitter
with the matte sheen of sacrificial weapons and to call the death for glory.
       Of course - it was a lengthy and monotonous journey. For a very long time:  they were just
harmless caricatures: ridiculous attempts: unrealized aspirations and twisted efforts.    But one
morning:  the first woman's death screams echoed across the land:     and the first unlocked door
appeared on my Palace of a Thousand Pains. It changed colors: spread fragrances: whispered: "come
closer darling:  grab the silver handle:  open  - your wildest imagination will be surprised:  it
will be amazed - it will be brought to its knees!"
       As in the ancient days of my materiality:  I did not want to let extraordinary courage and
will to survive go unappreciated: and between the spikes and flames of each trap I incorporated a
small emergency brake: which (with one exception) no one ever found and pulled.
       Most people don't really want to live.
       If I had managed to keep the gluttony  and expandability of my oeuvre within the limits of
accidental killings - its sharp towers would still rise into the mists of c-heaven. 
       And my second mistake was: that I did not resist and set trap for a genie.
       And I succeeded.