It takes three repetitions to absorb the vibrations… tangled weaving sounds, falling gently on tired burning synapses. In the vacillating motion of musical rhythm… release is being draped in the sinuous hosiery of temptation.

Zechy meconium & my beautiful baby-boy. Pattern recognition stops the wavering ether, and pushes eternity dangerously close to the singularity. A mouth-full of famous ideas swallowed and spit back up to depict the consciousness of the ape.

I mean: from chaos -> order arises -> intensifies -> implodes -> and then returns back to chaos

Circular fever, but the ape is the random variable. The specific mutation that excites the loop -> Pattern-Recognition attern-Manipulation.

Crunchy phantasmagoria, a chasm of delightful fanfare, and potential eternity.

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