I am an old man. My body has been grinding, popping, and trembling. My mind races. My mind loses me as often as I lose it. I am nothing. I am moss creeping and flowing. I am starlight bending and bursting. I am love. I am saturated. I am a flea's feast. I am fat, bloated, bobbling, and blundering. Remove veil, give them a good look, and you've got a genuine thinker. Pieced together. Dissolve tragically, shutter speed on 1/500. Go get em. Blistering heat makes this body. Sunshine. Nuanced decorative echoes.

Supposed mental health specialists love to label me.
Schizophrenic. Manic depressive. Obsessive compulsive. Synaesthetic.

I have fallen into black holes. I have passed through unconscious states. My mind races.
Once, my body and my brain were destroyed by a high-speed-collision.
My mind races. Words, notes, geometry. My visual field is crackling with sprites and echoes.

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