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| So acute, I cannot capture them. Pointed bullets of sparstic energy turmoiling with vigor, passing through the time of my reality straightedly into my membraned layer of subthoughts. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk. Their velocities force mine head backwards and though my free thoughts, my patterned thoughts, my organized and literal thoughts seem to look around like a confuzled mutt, I do know they are there, those millions and billions of zapping injections, slowly and unquestionably forming a landscape change of my previously formed mindscape. I clutch nothing and restrict nothing but wonder (as was previously mentioned) about the mountains that crumble and the hills that stumble and the valleys that deepen in my ocean of notions. Like peasants my literal dialogue tries to keep up, tries to contribute, but it is the silent warriors whom I doth not see, doth not speak to nor command, that manifest the changes that control mine lifestyles. And this literary reference, bold and complex as it may so endearingly seem, contains within its restraints no information about what it is that grips me, what fundamental aspect of what my eyes and heart are trying to embrace. It is still a mystery to my foolish mind the effect of these changes, or even the clear causation. And, soeth, I describe, with my limited scribe, the sole facet of this that I may observe: Something is surely occuring, something that will alter my life and mindset dramatically, and I have neither the power to stop it nor guide it. What I may attempt to do is refrain the speed of its collapse upon me, which I most certainly will not attempt to do. And so, I express, unto you, a petri dish of words and thoughts, sharp but muzzled, like the bullets that politely bombard my silent mind. |
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