Tare a hole in the fabric of reality pull me through, am I tough think it through pull no punches.
Is that smear on the mirror a coded message from a ghostly spy? Nowhere to hide in this paradox of imagery.
Deity vxed in your complexity? Is religion just an escape word for normalcy?
Emancipate from commonality encode you reality with a trope of humility .
Divide your personality into multifarious state of incorporated day to day liberation.
Inhale the pale metamorph them in an equation spew them out in a cannonade splatter them into a polychromasia of inspiration.
Separate the hate that does not belong on anyone's plate. Disburse that disdain in vast indifferences ensepulcher your repugnance.
Implode the few that cause chaos in any social class. Subordinate the ones that provoke the animus.
Levitate the heavy gravity of any gloomy state of morbidity. Inate is the provision of self fulfillment.