In a temporal point of non landmarked process of behaviours
Eye behind
Swirling around previous experiences
To measure a time
Of non existence
Of fundamental thoughts
But the white buds
Condensed in a thick compressed wires in our skulls
We knew ourselves
And knew others
Named them reality
We road marked as objects and believes
What’s it for?
Consciousness allows loop holes through the logical space
Not everything should be logical
It tells
And replies, disagreement
Leaping to the concept
Which shows the biggest elephant in the room
What the Fuck is Going On
WG
Image below: Connection
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