Insanity plea before the referee blows his whistal. The stance I take on the mess I make. Is a virtual presence when in residence of more than it's parts. The whole am in is one to make me grin. Laughter at the backwards way we are going forwards. Takes one to no one apparently causing the clarity of my owned bit of insanity. To my mind. And when my mind did indeed find itself in the dark. There all being in space I was seeing that had never struck me before. Overlaid, on top, below, supporting all levels explaining the things I can't make stop.
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