Words ... words ... my head is a radio ... where millions of stations are being broadcast on the same frequency ... static .... while driving between cities with radio set to one channel ... landscape changes ... and time comes when the radio plays two channels at the same time ... a mash-up of voices and sounds ... cacophony that my little-big universe is ... galaxies receding farther ... oscillating and vibrating as they drift away into nothingness ... the noise drowns out everything ....
I may wish for a miracle ... mind focused ...
designed like a descrambler ... instant segregation of data into easily digestible bits and bytes ....
The junk yard must be cleaned ... bowels must throw-up and not regurgitate ...
medicine is not hope ... cure must be found ... wait must come to an end, vigil begin!
I may wish for a miracle ... mind focused ...
designed like a descrambler ... instant segregation of data into easily digestible bits and bytes ....
The junk yard must be cleaned ... bowels must throw-up and not regurgitate ...
medicine is not hope ... cure must be found ... wait must come to an end, vigil begin!
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