UNDER THE SURFACE WHERE NOTHING IS. HOW THE CONFUSION OF SEPARATE REALITIES RELATES TO ONES VISION OF THE WORLD ONE RELIES ON. THIS IS HOW ONE SLEEPS WITHOUT TOTAL ANNIHILATION. THE HAND BECOMES PARALLEL AS THE CITY BECOMES DYNAMIC FRICTION. CHAOS. NOTHING MORE. HOLD YOUR FEAR OF LOSING EVERYTHING TO GRASP THE FRAGILE ILLUSION OF CONTROL. YOU ARE WEAK. YOU ARE DISEASE. YOU ARE SIMPLE AND HELD BY A BLIND FORM. THIS FORM IS AN IDEA. A HORSE THAT MOVES SLOW THROUGH HELL. THE CRAFTY ILLUSORY HORSE. BLINK. SEE THE FORM. IT BENDS WITH THE LIGHT.
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