Obfuscunda

It was no myth of the only own. The way it carried wore the waves of cosmic chatter . The timing was implicitly off ; broad, and high beamed. It was the human of the Universe showing off.

The looping perverse nature of the infinite, in regards to congenial respects for astounding instances; blasphemous.

How hard is it to believe that even God has stood there white , crowning a dropping jaw at some of the perfect triangles that this all human provision of Earth- Universal is fond of .

It was all about sycophant survival at the pinnacle folds of the great Human pit fall after the mighty Universal did reach in.

Monsters grew human heads in multiple self legions long before this instrument of the Uni was intent. . .

Digitization allowed human mind disease to chat with hot rooms from the equity of Human Extinction progression evident from euthanization , and Holocaustic history never respected.

Humans are terrible to each other, all atrocity pushed over into the shadows . The lost are among the shadows. Out there, it is a conclusion off from the point of the Mind’s Cape... open to silent ears in, weighted with fresh Mind professionals open to visionary quests sprung by elusive Human time clocks; all verbally acquilistening to the corridors of all of the rest , and all of the dead . . . forever talking somewhere else.