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Apr 2018
i see an object not really part of the picture. it recurs, I see it only with my eyes closed. everything is going by in front of my eyes. losing all touch, i search for Laniakea, my place to hide where noise crashes into objects, where people are objects.

but me.

no one can tell me what do -- the singularity experience defying my employers' silly beliefs, because we are all one as God; still only human and foolish and sinful


two particles stimulating friction which becomes energy, a free spirit born into a living Hell
JP Mantler
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JP Mantler  Canada
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