As the millennia roll by, the stars misalign with Earth bound trackers. Once off a cosmic track how to re-master a collaborative calibration with the nebulas nebula of celestial Derelict Theory Objects?

Tools of the STT ways have included time zone spells, chaos laden Thaumatropes, and tissue like tin ears. The fleshy minds of humanoids require gaudier acts , dis-masses of matter, and carefully plopped pieces.

As one such flashy dancer moves on from 360 or so moon cycles of a firm watch kept, its now high time to recognize an appliance in that hallow houses of Earth so touched by Min-entropic Migration that even the hairiest among you can blend in. Provenancelly forged in the year of MTV, AIDS, and STS-1, Eye of Orion discover by Manuel Izquierdo is a little know player in countering precession wobble.  For many millennials 30 years is older than dirt, and yes Elizabeth Jordan Carr will blow out 30 candles this December, yet the desire to set the spin straight has long deep roots

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Deep being the optimal word here. As deep as it gets, deep into the Hollow Earth where the work is done to reset the North to the South in an not unrelated to Reconstructionist ways.  Not that we would mind.  When your up is suddenly down no paper cut proof skin will help you find your things. Temporary Autonomous Clones will move into your post-pirated IDs, while you wallow in an obsolucidity fueled pseudo Obliteratarium.

Eye of Orion is but one of the tools to set the stars straight.  And though PAM is far off from Giza as the bird flies, the astral path or center cut road will get you there faster than a shooting star. Many prominent star gazer have known this.  Why else would the placement of Eye of Orion be in lockstep with its constellation counterpart? And next to a Masonic temple…

Ten centuries later, aeons, an unfathomable durations, Geo City will persist, on and on at the zenith of power and decadence in a hideous repeat pattern!  What Internet Archeologists lay claim  in the immediate wake as well as and indeed more so: the legion of lorkurers–of all stripes an finnacierial backings!

Decadence here in that razzle-dazzled rhetoric of missing out on the gorilla, nay, the elephant in the room! Richly rogue loops that carry on towards the last, ad nauseum, ad infinitum!  Maddening mountaionus Graphic Interchanges clamor on, rich in spirit if not palettes!