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Camille Marie Jun 2014
I keep repeating things over and over again.
Over and over again.
And again and again.

I love my blanky.
Where's my blanky?
I think mom hid it under the pillow.

Mommy's putting on makeup.
Pat, Wipe, Pat, Wipe.
And I also pat and wipe.
This is a rushed thought regarding Jean Piaget's Cognitive Theory, specifically the sensorimotor operational stage.

In this stage, we would talk about repetition, object permanence, and imitation. I kinda wrote this up for fun while I'm reviewing.
Dimension.
Energy rhythm (Neural Oscillation [frequency/FPS])

Entheogenesis
Epsilon wave ([>0.5Hz])

Horizon Cyclica
Delta wave (0.5-2[0.1-4]Hz)

Entheon.
Theta wave ([4-7Hz])

Intracommuneon Macro.
Alpha wave ([7.5-12.5Hz])

Empathion.
Mu wave (9-12[7.5-12.5]Hz)

Logike/Vigilaeon.
Low Beta wave ([12.5-16Hz])

Inhibitus Micro.
Sensorimotor rhythm (SMR[13-15Hz])

Vigilaeon/Stimulatus Minor.
Beta wave ([16.5-20Hz])

Entactus Major.
High Beta wave ([20.5-28Hz])

Apotheon.
Gamma wave (40[32-100]Hz)

Apotheotelos.
Hyper-Gamma wave (Unproven[100-200]Hz)

Entheos.
Lambda wave (Unknown[<200Hz])
{[Ph]Y[sicall]-Theory}
David Barr Jan 2016
The cushioned fabrics of early sensorimotor expression placate the salivating ghouls of formative destinations which lurk at the neurological gates of repulsive awareness - stripping our fragments and revealing the cellular walls of repelling invitation.
Unfortunately, each surpassing second dictates her significance across zones and frequencies, while we succumb to the arduous process of being ignorantly unwrapped and unleashed into the bountiful emptiness of insight.
That’s life.
In this crude and psychological pre-operational stage of misplaced trust, we are pressing against cosmological forces, into the realms of internalised experiences where the veneer is eventually understood to be characterised by utmost deception.
Let us become formal amidst this abstract projection into harsh environments where the donning of masks can no longer be undertaken with sincerity.
Here, my universal being of connected severance, is the gorgeous discovery of abhorrence.
Like I said: it is the beauty of our beast.

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