The noiseless quiet in my head is deafened by the scrambling of marbled thoughts scrambling to sides filling crevices left by the continuation of time. Stealth of thoughts keeping motion from occuring equal and opposite non-existence shaking the foundation of decisions realizations hidden appearance untimely, necessary.
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well, at least you get clothes...and hair...and a crown...and flesh really. Hmmm, bit jealous now!
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