I've become positive the only thing that sets off my soul are those resounding uncontrollable nearly dove song frequency's so few and far between. Maybe you caught one today, maybe two yesterday. It screams when you hear a sound that reminds you of that kid you met two years prior that endowed all their faith and comprehension of the world on your vacuous ear drums, but too stoned to even remember to exchange addresses had forgotten entirely what he uttered until the mundanely sympathetic redundancies stir a distant imprint that unwind and recollect. Maybe you remember... Undeniably you have heard. Don't care if you do. My objective stresses the mental cue and how close it sits to your vibration box. The sounds of remembering.
I am by no means specific. I'd like to call this weed but there need not be a name for merely aware. Be it your own bodies connection re-firing in relation to the mind reverberating your brain drum stick, having allowed this thought to occur by being kind enough to station ones body at this new person, or the solemn unintellectual misfortune of having been plagued by the noise pollution that is all too reminiscent of being telepathic. Don't move, don't speak. The ability of the world to spin will swallow any sanctity your holy temple to life sustains by reminding you of how few steps it takes to tell the person in front of you, you're behind and given the craving refuses to accept your cadence for fear of reference to standing erect as a "Catcher.". Keep what you believe, deny the rest.
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