CIRCLES AND LINES

The mind - it is nothing. Only just a coded gram. Dots and lines and circles. See you use it. See THE CIRCLES AND LINES. See the web laid out on the web of no web. Head aches. Back aches. Belly aches. We were never here. No one will ever know. Who will ever see? None will never hear. Why? Why should I keep doing and caring. like matter is a thing for real? This ... It's over. It is the remaking of the world. We are all amazed. Who wants to see this drama unfold? Who thought of a juicy story? I am the story. I live the dream. If it is real it will endure.

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