I AM! or AM I AIM in perennial blame game? State_mental line, desperate to pace light, existence seemingly dependent upon its seed's speed, soars, arching, starching star I Ching through marching universe, trying to reach, underscore, and underline itself although temporal continuum discrepancies perpetually portray parallelax perceptions. Eye longs to [l]ink pages of Present, Past and Future songs so insight's door stays a_jar. Sustained content seems elusive, out of context to most beholders, too narrow or too wide to effervescent mortals ephemerally flickering through life, stretching points till, reductio ad adsurdam full stop tries to make ends meet.
Unprepossessing, pensive, positive positron posting posthaste primes self-expression's impressions, seeks beyond existential sessions to process process within reason through temporal processions outside pseudo karmic intercessions. Insight transcends online and offline dotted lines, on course for resourceful concordance recourse dancing out of and through chromatic pixel constellations. Name flames, but fame's claims and aims fail at phoenix revival as survival's dreams teem, gleaming haphazardly across mortality, then sure of no surcease, 'cease upon the midnight with no pain'.
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