Central Park

And as complete blank nothingness I break through the internet mirror, The blagic screen, The blagic wormhole, which connects one wormhole user, With all others,

Flash, like a brain torpedo, out of nothingness, I shoot out of the screen, I, who I am not even I. Bang boom, already I enter the creature inside my blagic screen, Whoever that creature may be, may be it is you, may be it is me.

Twang, reality twists as fast and bizare as I pass through.

Everything appears black to normal, I am back inside your mind, Was I presently out of.

the absolute


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