Time dilation in your telescopic eyes, a meeting of ids flowing into irreversible continuity; A descending order of madness, classified and catalogued within lessening degrees of severity. The breaking of the wave cannot be reassembled in its original configuration, and the next is already in queue.
You and I have never met, yet I recognize the pattern and presence of an intruder in my subconscious narrative; the twining thoughts, tied in knots, from a spatial distance. In guessing at the outcome of personal probabilities, this will always be the case, and physical interaction will remain an impossibility.
The motivation for pushing with pens or straining musculature is lacking in the fundamental core. An ambition to increase in material abundance is usually the dividing nature of the majority of frequented one on one scenarios; my chemical enervation being the defining attribute, coupled with acclimation to the unrestrained access of whimsical behavior.
A multifarious connoisseur with a perceptive compass, navigating waking life as it expedites its ultimate completion. Observing the anthropomorphic patterns in the entropy.
[19:03|26.9.016] ©c.thom.carter
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