Odd number living in green

Red for left Green for right eye

Sepia

Tomorrow is pitch black

Something above concept of entire records of time

Could (i) be ripe enough to harvested by the absolute (Omega)

If i say being overwhelmed by piece of thought without practical good is blasphemy itself?

“Something like living in the botanic room within the new babel of modern age”

Captivated with abstract passion i believe to be eccentric and awed by hallucination from the piece of subjective lenses. Rationalizing the disoriented from within or the surrounding. May the absurd and madness ease away.

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