Lucidity is not always a guarantee, but I do my best. Roughing through space and time singes the logic. We're always moving fast along with the earth on its twirl. I know that and I never stop knowing that. You probably haven't thought about it too seriously.
Coming down upon me at any time are those air pressures. Worse, the knowledge of them. They are nothing to my body and everything to my mind so that I am smaller than otherwise. More confined. What the hell is this? Zipping elements which sometimes attract and meld.
We make uniquely new forms without losing the old formula.
I have no point. Things are happening.
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