Today and into the evening i was wondering. More so pondering about the reality of my perception.
Perhaps pondering is more like another problem of mine. Perhaps not. What more so happens is that truth becomes a fiction and a fiction becomes oneself truth. Look now into the hole but do not talk! Look deep within and start to move feel the pressure of your hole. Its tight. Then move, thou shall be able to move. Shower be ready, know your place. For you are not awake thou are sleeping within my mind.
Thou? Doest thou now speakth like this?! PURRPAWSTRUS I speak like this i know my mind and i know what the kind will speak of. For the way that loves knowns only the way that is the kind of being that is made and not made.
Freedom of the mind knows the bounds of the soul. Yet what is a soul only the kind of beauty that knows the truth of fiction...
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