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Occasionally thoughts hook up in my mind. In fact, lots of ideas are swung and waiting hooked in my brain whatever the conditions
are. There is always a cycle of being in my cerebral cortex which rotates in an unconcievable moment of time, different than
the time we feel. A long, very long sentence flashes and looses its power in that moment before I speak it loud... shorter
than the moment that you feel you are... the result is the ephemeral soul of a few words... and evanescence... lightness of
nonsense...
... whatever...
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