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Although we can personify beings with metaphysical prowess, (objectified manifest's dimensional delineations),can we touch others or even ourselves with these extrapolations?  Is zoomorphic zoolatry's demagogueries on the social contiguity a proper solution.  I mean how the clairaudience of astral projection.  One would tend to think that proximity's parameter's opaque opulence would tend to take precedence over the exponentially extemporaneous nature of trajectory extant's physical location.  It's the corporeally preternatural facts to exude when you consider the space it occupies.  Noumenal sentience's semantics infer a spatiotemporal telemetry tactician.  It's the identity crisis facts, and yet we conception feel an affinity for our surroundings.  This might tend to implicate that the evolution of psychic clarity's mystic symbiotic's were irrefragably fecund.  Ethology's entelechy to apotheosis Γ©lan vital's apotropaic.  Transcendental accession's ascension is a translucent transpicuity.  Retrospectively retroactive revision an inevitability.  All that was will be forever and all that could be will become, not that this guarantees a positive outcome.  We're fractal.
Of we fade into irrelevance as we vanish into the void!!
everybody knows right from wrong man all except humans look at the past &  you havv fcked all off the future so go to hell
I put it all out there for you
Beg for your attention
In front
Openly
While you do nothing to encourage me
Some people may see that and believe
I’m one sad, sorry, sick puppy
But honestly
Putting my feelings out
Feels healthy to me
I suppose it’s irrelevant
Whether you see
Chree 42m
I believed in you.
Did you believe in me too?
Said I know the truth.
I can see you .
Infact
I see right through.
I see you dont like rules.
Might need a new school.
I can show you some class.
Waving the white flag with a little light blue.
Expression on all of my moods.
I been changing hues, blowing up shooting every single tank of fuel.
My darkside living like I'm on the moon.
But I can shine too while I've been reading rooms and It don't beat a coupe.
I could speak in clues steady sitting at the table and be skipping the food.
But I could be sipping the juice to entertain to you all I could be the fool.
Turns out the industry just likes to be used.
...and now
for your
disappointment
entertainment.
oh
wait a moment,
it's
not for you at all.

and as it happens
which happens all the time
I'm back and tied to the yoke
but it's fine,
I was getting wearier not working
than I ever did when I was.

if there's still life in the old goat
there is still hope.
We live in layers like the ocean
Some swim deep enough to drown
Reaching out to the warm surface
For a gasp of sunlit air
To keep from sinking further down

On the bottom of the sea floor
Lungs filling with fear and doubt
We crave the shallow end of simplicity
A thoughtless shell spread across the banks
Yearning to dry out

A mind moves fast like a current
Strong waves keeping us bound
Living to be free like the water
We hope for an anchor to cut through the layers
So that we may be found
blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections
a busy day with folk talking
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