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I'm confounding and oddly. Off.
Lost in boundary dissolving plots. Caught men denounce me. I'm bouncing loose in movements made allowed-to-do. Intuitive pouncing. Lost in the ousting; ego impedes Tao. Diverging from the deserved and deep-down. Too concerned with all the filters on the screen now. Abandoned to the amazement when I peak. wow.

These clouds speak when allowed. I hear what I give them. It lets me know I'm here not just to peer from a prison. A cells microcosmic retelling. It's violent in hell, but silent in heaven, and being left to myself in my head is the vying concrescence.