Certain arguments are meant to continue, held in a circle of audience capture.
What's a self-referential feedback loop, self-contained?
Thousands of curses, thousands of crys, thousands of going down the line.
Then there's really than real, or verisimilitude as the likeness of likeness; I prefer respect out of a duty fervour.
The lies, the truths, the ways that they weave when I curate and place a moment of reprieve.
Then there's really than real, or verisimilitude as the likeness of likeness; I prefer respect out of a duty fervour.
The lies, the truths, the ways that they weave when I curate and place a moment of reprieve.
Why do I tip down when I go round an ruminate? Then there's the moment where it's brought back, and I'm stuck within Parkinson's law.
There it goes, down, down and right the way around. I'm looking at something realer than real. Is that what consciousness is within the head of an impossible argument to transcend and to touch an abstract visualisation from the concrete reality? That's hyper-reality.
There it goes, down, down and right the way around. I'm looking at something realer than real. Is that what consciousness is within the head of an impossible argument to transcend and to touch an abstract visualisation from the concrete reality? That's hyper-reality.
Not a touch.