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Spy vs. Spy

Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script

Ah, I see “I” the spy has stumbled upon new tricks

Disloyalty – The Perfidy – eye-witness – an errant scheme

Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke! – I the spy got an eye full it seems.

A lie – a guise – eyesore – obvious & obscene

Lying to a liar, eye for an eye, I spy, seems fair to me Fairness?

Ashes to fire, eyes of the spy stare – choke with antipathy

Agent, you should care less – I echoed your morals – you’re the only psychopath for me.

Black-ops – My heart stops – deplorable – still I see this secret path. – spying on destiny

Special ops-special kind of special -no concern for collateral wrath, abandoned protocol, to spy on me.

An echo back – a laugh – I spy within your eyes at last – an encumbered immortality

A new attack -a giggle- encumbered within portal as well, charged for weaponized poetry

A sign to act – a symbol – rumored derision – in the cradle of hell – rediscover – unutilized Creativity

So with no further hesitation, regards to this investigation, endless determination : speak your goals to me.

I spy now, my confessor, my beautiful complication.

I spied from the noblest intentions.

I spied out of love and adoration, – entangled souls – a predetermined destiny without other goals.

I focused myopically.

This poet feared aggressor, set traps to lead to implication, no foresight for prevention.

Could’ve avoided some damnation- spiraled out of control – nothing’s predetermined with me.

I sensed it spy – I know you guy – but you’re crafty to a fault.

I know not why – or just in portal you lie – I take it with a grain of salt.

I followed some leads – confessed and made up false deeds – to lure you out somehow.

Your pen enslaved – up until bedave – how come I feel love for you now?

Ultimate entrapment – not taking the rap for it,

I will not turn myself in.

Your wire taps hint – level of ridiculous shit – same prison, different pen.

You’re a true romantic, through and through – have good intentions and I know it too.

I need you to see you’re coming at me, cape on back – understanding of the situation you lack.

Black and white files don’t show you meme.

 

These places – these faces – you so desperately seek to spare me from were salvation, took me in no hesitation, I call them my home I am struggling now, confused some how, of who’s right or who’s wrong.

Red handed you said – portaless tape red- now, you state where I belong.

 

Porky Makes Minsk Meat of Donbass Elections, Enriches English Language

Quemado Institute

Kiev Rips Rug Out, Merkel & Co. Blame Donbass

by Anonymous
Quemado Institute
September 22, 2015

It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong.
— Voltaire

The whole gaggle of Western observers has gone orbital over the planned elections in Donbass. From Poroshenko to Forbes,, from the European Union to the European Council on Foreign Relations, from Steffen Seibert to Jens Stoltenberg, the hue and cry is that the Donetsk and Lugansk People’s Republics are “violating” the Minsk agreements by holding their own elections, scheduled for October 18 and November 1. But are they really?

Let’s Not Minsk Words

There are only two points in the Minsk 2.0 Package of Measures relevant to Donetsk and Lugansk local elections :

4. On the first day after the pullout [of heavy weapons], a dialogue is to start on modalities of conducting…

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