Say, how much more must you boast? that In time said skull of yours long emptied much like a conch's shell on a fence post. Hollow, and full of wind - quiet in sodomy
Today, realization struck — An epiphany. analog and memory Flesh turned electricity A machine in which had conjured Reality.
Within your mind's temple lies plans, ideas, imagination where thoughts amass comprehension.
u/Apart-Reputation-680 — 11 days ago