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(%$# was AVe. showed itself as a home address. Sensical as this seems, she assessed the possibility of absurdity. Codes, lyrics, rhythms, all are to unravel. What discriminates one from another? A language is merely sound vibration assigned to relevant value.
Anything can make sense if formulaically inclined.
Constructs are values assigned to random vibration. Once those are in place, equations are brewed.
Classically, the number one represents a sole entity. Agreed. What would one be without the contrast of two? Was two ever one? one could be driven insane with the simplicity of this dynamic.


Vibration guided her feet through the crowd. Enticing all senses, the deep and penetrating feeling of sound drew her further into the music. Entranced by the zooming charge, oblivious to the bare skinned undulations, she charged toward the speaker as if it had demanded her presence. Possessed by the sound, she offered her body to the speaker. Bliss overtook her being as if orgasm could envelop the entire body
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Near ago in a hazy dimension that was quite far in immeasurable distance though unfathomably near through dreams, was a spherical planet. This planet was strategically placed with bronzed and blonded men, striking the soil in unison. Mindlessly and without question they labored as if masterfully choreographed.
They uttered no words to one another and behaved as the most obedient and well trained human robots.
They struck continuously and for endless days until they discovered the other end of the planet. On that side was a strikingly similar group of beings. Uncanny resemblances were undeniable as if looking into a slightly bent mirror.
Each being was drawn to an almost twin like counterpart. Grunts of curiosity became distinct questions and comparisons.
Seemingly, all had a memory of a world that existed before the redundant and grueling shoveling of this globe. Together they concocted memories of art, history, technology, and civilization. Mysteriously, the memories mirrored each other with faint dissimilarities. The described image of an iconic painting was distinctly parallel other than a dimmed tone of one while the other was brilliantly vivid. Leaders of both worlds were matching in roles but with different perspectives. Technology seemed to coincide in dynamic but with strikingly contrasting purpose. While one missile was for destruction and penetration, the other was for distributing seeds.

This better work now

There was a short moment of silence as I looked up to the man, and tried to figure out what he meant.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said.
The man raised his eyebrows for a moment, after which he returned to his original expression.
He looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but he decided to eat some of his cake first.
I was full of questions about the sudden appearance of this man, and what he could possibly have to do with me.
I thought that it must have been some sort of mistake, so after about a minute of silence I asked him: “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you or heard of you before.”
The man stopped eating his cake and stared at me with his distinctive green eyes for a while.
After about 15 seconds he finally said: “Do you really not remember who we are, what I’m part of?”
An awkward silence followed after that.
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