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we're a twisted conglomeration of psychopathy gone awry. divulged beneath a conclave of ephemeral world currents, and they don't know that we see them because we aren't what they see- but there is no we, only relativity defused of animosity begotten from alienation and denial to the acceptance of that which we are, whatever we are that makes them slicken our eardrums with their absolute whispers-

our ultimate surreality- if our perceptions of three-dee were drawn to scale... god's nimble paintbrush, bristles stroking what we consider color into elegant flesh-tones; the whole of existence is vibration. every sensory depiction is the magnificent interpretation of human mind, high low, eternal lines of scales of etched images and words and aromas. infrared to ultraviolet, troughs and peaks; all linear. twisting through the medium -- reality is our medium -- each tedious aspect serves to perpetuate god's voice. the underlying hum-throb of white-light vibration. and so much complication, underlying and underlying beyond the subatomic and you find the origination of god. thick layers but ideology limits perception. accept the fallibility of mindset as life's personal disclaimer.
touch sensation the thickest vibration, intense method of communication, and let's find our gods within each other. extensions of the eternal voice, we'll slip though each other's skin and understand our separation is not our difference.
strum the chords, you're a specific note, but what would D be without its minor. Nocturne.
recite my prayers as smoke slipping through my bitten lips, ignore the nicotine stains on my fingertips, we'll gyrate to strike each other's hips and this is all we are.

i am not one of you.

the closer we are to evolution of thought the farther we extend from each other the nearer we retract into our original voice. dual methods of tasting divine.
magic number bodes extremes with its presentable dichotomy, gradation god's pitch, our lord and savior wanted to become one of us-

broke my...
wings.