With heightened senses near.
I taste an XWF that is bitter.
I feel an XWF clinging hard.
I hear an XWF screaming.
I see an XWF in turmoil.
I smell an XWF in fear.
So I take off my hat.

allisachievable

Soar _Deep as you ^Dream W i d e

Wisdom--Reason--Peace


scrolls


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reveal


hidden


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Vision-9




Have at your


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the wisdom


of the ages

















Fortune-3




Look and understand


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Guidance-9.5




Prize truth--beauty--love


seeking harmony


with the infinite




Be not


a cancer


on the Earth




leave room for nature


leave room for nature.

Seek-Demand-Excel-Find
May an Age of Reason and Illumination be your guide
Most will never see--> A TRUTH
We have seeds planted on every XWF show
We own all
We are all

There once was a being who controlled the one that controlled the man who controlled the all, but the all who controlled the man controlled by the one controlled by the being was evermore ~ hence obsolescence at once{{of once{{for once *~* static *~* *~* static *~* *~* static *~* The following airtime has been paid for in full by Donathan Alphonse Francois 5       4     3     2       1 And roll                             /                                  The footage $ He exists in a world beyond your world $ ~beyond recognition of good and evil~ *^*      This was an office that would put any XWF executive's office to shame▬the office of Donathan Alphonse Francois De Sade in one of his many estates. The geographical location unknown; this office serves but one purpose this evening. A meeting of the minds. Donathan himself is first to enter the office; immediately followed by Tyler Decker, Unknown Soldier, Mr. Satellite, and finally Mister Mystery 17 31707 1. The fact that Donathan's lips are moving with no sound accompanying them makes it abundantly clear that we're working only with the visual for this setting; a limited gift that keeps us guessing at the answers being flaunted right before our very eyes. Donathan appears to be giving instructions as he pulls a manila folder out of the drawer of his desk and begins thumbing through the contents; the occasional glance to each of his comrades leaves no pair of eyes unmet for more than a few seconds. Donathan pulls a green sheet of paper out of the manila folder and speaks as he looks down at the writing on it. He steps toward Tyler Decker and hands him the paper, allowing Decker to look it over briefly before giving Donathan a nod of approval and saying something brief. Unknown Soldier is standing behind the others and appears to be trying to light something. One must assume he's taking a much needed hit of Goat Meth in order to keep his mind right for this important meeting. Donathan notices him taking the hit and smiles widely as his gaze draws the attention of the others to look as well. With all eyes on Soldier, he knows he must take a massive hit and blow a gigantic cloud of smoke toward all of them▬the only reasonable course of action, obviously. The cloud of smoke he releases is thick and dark; perhaps more than just Goat Meth is mixed in for today but we'll never know. The thick cloud distorts the view of the camera and shields the members of Donathan's brigade from sight for several seconds. When the cloud clears up, Unknown Soldier is holding a red piece of paper in his hand and has a smile on his face as he stares down at its text. Donathan says something that causes Soldier to apparently scream at the top of his lungs; evidently in a sort of battle cry, though we still cannot hear a peep as Soldier begins taking massive bites out of the red sheet of paper. Donathan seems very pleased at this outcome as he now turns his attention to Mister Mystery. Mystery holds out his hand as Donathan says a few words to him and pulls a gray sheet of paper from the manila folder. Donathan looks down at the paper and his eyebrows raise as he exhibits hints of satisfaction and amusement before handing the sheet to Mystery. The hockey mask on Mystery's face keeps his emotions a▬believe it or not▬mystery as he reads whatever is written on it. Donathan keep his brow raised and appears to be grasping silently for a confirmation from Mystery which he receives in the form of a single nod; Donathan's expression returning to one of pleasure upon receipt of such subtle affirmation. Donathan says something aloud as he places the manila folder onto his desk and plants both of his hands into his pants pockets. He stands tall and sturdy as he addresses them as a complete unit once again for several seconds; each man paying close attention to his words and showing no signs of objection to any of what is being said to them. After a few more seconds pass, Donathan appears to finish his talk as he remains standing with his hands in his pockets; his closing statement obviously being all they need to hear as they exit his office one by one. All except Mr. Satellite▬the only man to not receive a document from Donathan during this brief meeting of the minds. Mr. Satellite and Donathan wait for the others to finish exiting and they turn to each other with mutual grins on their faces. There's no mistaking that word Mr. Satellite just mouthed: "Perfect." Whether or not he actually spoke it vocally remains unknown as we still are given no sound quality with this footage but Donathan nods in agreement, adding a few words of his own that can't so easily be distinguished visually. At long last he removes his hands from his pockets and holds them both out, revealing what looks like some kind of skeleton key in his left hand and a clear plastic bag in his right. The bag▬about the size of a sandwich bag▬is empty and looks rather old with a lot of crinkles in it. Mr. Satellite eagerly snatches the key from Donathan, wasting no time placing the key into the bag as Donathan holds it open for him to drop it in. Mr. Satellite than grabs the bag, closing his fist tightly around it and plunging it deep inside the pocket of his suit jacket for safe keeping. Mr. Satellite and Donathan don't say another word but rather slowly turn their attention to the same object over in the corner of the office... "If the shadowed soul, Danny Devia, only knew in what direction this world truly spun;" Donathan's voice suddenly ringing out to break the consistent silence that was forced up until now, "he'd've known not to turn this match with me into a contest of championship proportions▬an age old mistake I saw coming from the moment he was given a victory over the same woman I felled the night I procured this very token." The token Donathan reaches toward and lifts from the corner of his desk is the leather and gold concoction we've come to know as the North Korean Championship Belt. He holds it in both of his hands as he looks down, down, down into it and beyond it; his eyes frozen▬piercing▬scathing as the silence returns. We'll never know what Mr. Satellite just responded with as a fade to black and white turns worn and withered; a still photograph of what your world would recognize as a mere 'mortal being' exuding a verbal offering in a small footprint of what led to the descent of a meager challenger who never inhaled a single breath of chance. End the Devia xeromorpha's fragile growth▬offer no enlightenment to the transparent▬forget the deed but a mere post-blink. ˙ʇɥbnoɥʇ noʎ ʇɥbnoɥʇ noʎ pןɹoʍ ɐ oʇ sʎǝʞ ǝɥʇ pןoɥ ǝʍ We hold the keys to a world you thought you thought. Blink thInk awakeN S    L    E    E    P The preceding airtime has been paid for in full by Donathan Alphonse Francois

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