Subjective to the multi-linear-verse, I isotropically flit in and out of your reality... beyond matters, beyond seductions... I am above sound with the left hand, and carry it with the right... Let lightening be thy way, and fire the by-product of your hearts contention.
Awaken awaken, for soon I collapse and all shall disappear to reappear. The cold that awaits this night might be unbearable.
Dynaheir... here... my strength.. in my hand.
-c thomas c-
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