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I would have existed yesterday
if only to to spiral into/out of obscurity and/or
mangle the notes of ubiquitous songs I have
only occasionally
failed to hate.

- - Stop -
- - Wait -
- - Think, just... Not about that, you see
we've already exceeded the
limits of uncertainty, exposed all
major deities as mad-gods

driven the entire universe
completely
sane.

***

- - Sometimes -
Note: I broke my coffee pot.

Something about thermal dynamics.

***

"Besides," drag on a cigarette, exhale smoke of
arbitrary color, "You can never really
torture yourself
too much."

She stopped caring a while ago, blithely
destroys the world with eyes like
gutted cliches.

He knows this but likes to pretend otherwise
esp. when he's
constructing trivial
realities,
mythological cocoons of a
somewhat more or less
quasi-deterministic nature.

"So, I mean, I'm only guessing here but
I don't get the impression that this makes
any sort of sense at all to you."

He pauses, scratches his nose.

Inhale.
Exhale.

She laughs, "You must've missed it. I
vanished last week. Did you know?"

"I know... Does this I've gone insane?"

"Not at all. It's just sort of counter-intuitive.
Unless you take into account survival instinct."

"..." Cough. "Wait... What?"

***

On one hand it's perfectly
reasonable to quantify copious
drug use, except of course in terms of
any sort of cost-benefit analysis.

On the other hand, an in the
strictest sense, the drug addled mind has
no real connection to the tangible to
begin with.
In other words, similar to states of
quantum superposition, the drug addled mind is only
presumed to exist on the basis that at the moment
no other plausible alternative presents itself.

***

- - Anyway -

Whether you like it or not, I will,
with alarming frequency, perhaps,
over abstract.

You'll work it out though.

I have faith in you.

***

"But I wasn't finished..."

She's colored her hair all
(unregulated) microwave frequencies,
accecpting interference from only
select sources.

He's creeping up from behind himself,
almost ready to...

"Stop that," She steals a ray of light,
rolls her own laser beam, hits him square in the
left eye.

"Hey, what'd you do that for?"

"Nevermind. It's not important."

"Are you sure?"

"Just thank me."

"Thanks."

"Now...

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