I sit here in McD's and I contemplate scientific discovery. There is a lot of fallacy to what is called the truth. Finding the answers through abilities is the reality. It is a popularity game. I now create with a ritualistic torture background, but I do not practice any tradition. My mind works primarily on a linear basis and I record time every day. I enter another dimension through creativity. Most of my work is "clean room" because I do it alone both in public and private.
Connections are derived through my phone, in person, and on the net. The vericees form a tree. The branches are visible to all and the roots are sensed through telepathy. Imagery is a way to see. I use my mind's eye and descibe it through all connections. Numbers give way to letters and then linnex comes to be.
Love love love to ye. Come with me to embrace the tree. See me in the mirror and find your identity. Hold my hand as we skip through militarty land. Blustery storms seek to hobble me. With your coat on my back I will be free.
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