Some terrible thing has wrapped itself around the mechanics and structure of my consiousness. I feel indefinite expansions of personas interconnected through experiences and feelings and physicality, all of which through some sort of gateway, some atom sized portal that breaks through any barriers the universes have put up to differentiate themselves from eachother. I can't explain the connection. I don't believe I'm something more than what I am. Except the times that I do. Don't poke fun.

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