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Formless scene unseen Unless I have seen, you there Sensing outward still

Dumb are the boxes Teaching us how to think rect Boxes are the norm

Void, wise, boom. Gas light. Consciousness Evolution, Humanoid expires.

I am still so ill I am still so illegal Damn them to a grave

Positive thought and action is how you sing your song to the Universe, create a harmonizing track. The biology of sorts and retorts between molecular cells of harmonizing body help sustain our soul, creating the harmonizing track. A vast exchange between sentient beings begins to fill Terra Firma with vibrations and frequencies measured through our neurons and cells on a microcosmic level, a harmonizing song beginning to sustain the perception of the simultaneously reverberating track. Pure Energy able to perceive itself in Oneself throughout the yet to be finished dying track, a recompression of the continuously changing Energy track. A voic

I can't see the lights that matter, because of the lights that scatter. The might of the super power collapsed with the yeastless batter. The fire was never enough to make us rise. Rise to a higher capacity. I feel good to see that these tendencies are no longer a dependency. Rather a taste of proprietorship. The media with the power, power to make the innocent guilty and make the guilty innocent. With the only true power. No power to lean. The memory embedded in the gene.

We're terminal from the moment we're born. The root cause was the scorn. That left the scare and a form. Battled the weaver and triggered many that adorned. Fear strikes the tear. Makes it hard to bear. Makes those seem fair. Paradigm shift left away with a stare. Yogurt made of orange. Took the weight of the flange. Reaped the rewards of the ganj. Fell away with the badge left her stale and informed her she would have to scavenge. Formula and intricacies, the nuances of the tide and wave will stave the danger, slowing the granger, impressing the fade, blowing the trade, putting to ruin the balance.

These days there is a lot thrown around in the Office of this or this Office does not stand for this. A moral ploy to touch and molest your heart. Our Office has never engaged in these activities as if the Office of the anything can be held accountable for anything. A scapegoat that only exists on paper. You people are being fooled by the martyrs on the soapboxes. The press conferences of these Offices is dictating to us their version of an event. A happening who's truth be told through the tube, recorded in time and archived by the masses. Quantified details that are correlated to what we the masses are allowed to hear or see. Manipu