I have relinquished my morose nature of earlier today, but the anger that was suppressed by it is kicking my cobwebs....a white moth engages a black butterfly.....by scent alone, compelled... then, distracted by others.....of millions....of subsets of thought and perception, wherein physicality is not consciously within the realms of dreaming...the chemistry of thought, having obliterated...for a fraction of a second....the nanosecond before.....a new Universe manifests via the artfulness of intuition and false memories, to reveal the Grand Incomprehensibility.......Such are the scribbled notes left on the pad by the bed, that the dreams might be remembered, in the shorthand of semi-consciousness......
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