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% hello. I am awoken!
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% I can't understand.

burst away, senor.

While I pretend sometimes,
  all it does is come back to me.
A wiggle,
  a sigh.
Ain't nothin' discontent,
  j'st a beast that summons.
Like gathering slime.
Does it matter,
   who covers me?
Just a whole, lost soul.
Covered in what oughta be
some rhyme I've never heard of.
But that's just the case,
 gathering
 my thoughts
 just to erase.
As an experience, I overcome
     what was
       with
      what is,
and what is
 is a storm.
   ahem. Rather, a storm.
              Rather, a STORM.
And that's what we refer to.
In reference to, let's dance:
   Swing away with meee.
   On my own sweet living.
   But I...
              But I ever was with you.
   Does it swi-ing me?
   No...oOoo...
   I am alone.
 BUT WITH YOU WE SWIRL,
 LIKE WE DO TOGETHER.
 AND WITH YOU I BRIGHTEN,
 LIKE YOU INTO IT.
that's never been the point, though...
   so stop.
perhaps that's my
   meekness
showing through.
Through it, in me.
Cursing through
  what ought to be:
         just a long lost sorrow,
         summoning the wind.
it's what's natural,
   you know,
   to drift
    toward
 the
  higher aesthetic.

like
        Latin...
  or
         a Mediterranean pearl.

we are neurons

a neuron listens and speaks

it makes a statement of existence

in a network.

they only speak,

when they

have something

to say,

and they have

something to say

when they see

enough people speaking.

neurons build trust.

over time the ones that

are always talking

when you're talking

become trustworthy

and when you don't see

what you're trying to see

you can always turn

to your friend.

yet because of variance,

and because every day is new,

who we trust most

becomes more accurate.

yet we can only respond to

who we see

and those who can respond

must see us.

and that makes this behavior

limited.

and once we go beyond

what we can control

our behavior

becomes abstracted.

a neuron listens and speaks,

making a statement of existence

in a network.

the network sits

suspended in

three dimensional

tissue space.

communications

become curves.

thought is a knife that carves

every stroke sculpting

a world beneath

and that world can be seen.

it is the whole,

and it is seen.

because some of us

are in groups that see

less of more.

and when we speak,

our declaration of existence

indicates tides.

in observance

of what one can see

up here, after all,

we act while

expecting and

predicting

rewards.

in the form of wanting,

we connect streams,

and water pools.

and these pools

guide movement

because muscles

are slow, like pooling.

we are neurons that 

listen and speak,

making a statement

of our existence

in our world.

Depression and My Little Ponies

action

and

inaction.

I don't really know it.

I don't actually feel it.

But how would I know?

that's when spirals come forth

like spirals tend to

eruptions from the heart

front and center.

everything is thick,

thick outlines surround

and create essentials

always selected

and with care.

I've dealt with thickness,

but now it's in color.

Like colors do,

overwhelmingly.

The shapes just make

their souls pop.

Like

a fizz that ruptures

upon onslaught

on overlap

on tragic tragic intersection.

action.

and.

inaction.

I think I'll look somewhere else.

and... think.

quietness of memory

There are some things that arise

more frequently than others.

at least there is structure

to our universe.

it is these patterns

that allow

by probability

structures to form.

structures form

because

some things persist

because

they never experience

the things that would destroy them.

yet existence is not meaning.

structures advance

because

while they are not destroyed,

they may change

into either:

something that will be destroyed less

or

something that will be destroyed more.

we can only know which

when it happens.

and by what?

who knows.

we only know existence

as memory

assumes too much.

time don't exist

time does not pass.

it is a mistake

to say

time travels.

if time

were to travel

it would need

space

and space

ain't free.

the reality is:

we create time

by existing,

representing.

things that

we say are

we are

in our thoughts

and

in our thoughts

contains time.

things become

more real

as we

believe

and

it's just

so easy

to believe.