The skin is alive and throbs.
The life's voices are being recorded over it.
Differential curves, drawn in black, are now, and now already are not.
All is made of quantum.
The whole is just a random.
Skirting boards are flying within dark smoke.
The nothingness is swimming in the blind minds of thoughtlessness;
only dirty water in an empty time.
The empty soul believes that all is emptiness. The empty soul desires everything to be empty. The subconscious is pulling the strings of the puppet. The shield is made of bright and blinding steel. Because the heart freaks out and hides, shaking in darkness.
The plastic sea's skin plays with the moment's quantums. It draws an unique story that never comes back again.
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