Is a place in time specific to that place in time, or is it like a room you can walk into as long as you knew the way, fold a string and jump through a wormhole, personally, I believe the past and the future are just two dudes with strings attached to your memory, I'm just a fiddle that the devil plays when he's bored, and perhaps nothing is real, who's to say what has a grip on your perception, lord knows, if the world was to be believed, that perception can be altered, what do you think of when I say adamantine chains and architecture, when you look at the stars do you recognize how far beyond you they are, imagine if you fit in a cup, and you reading this is just a wrinkle in time, a marking on my brain, that something outside of me exists, and what of the infinity barrier between us, infinitesimal, when you fuck your sister are you really touching, what was I saying, pepperoni nipples…

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