what i am about to do and what i believe is all up to the frame. who edited that this screen i am looking at? i assign a certain value of truth to these perceptions, all of which are false. i ought to turn this damned screen off and expand my world by focussing on simply what is. focus on the world that cannot be turned off. the world spins and the sun shines. i am not the on off switch of the multiverse. i take as much control of the little man made games that i can and choose not to play them. what is going into the eyes, ears, nose and mouth, the pores of the skin, the trachea, the coating on the inside of the lungs, floating into the blood stream. what is the frequency kenneth? put your alufoil hat on and block out the bastards from beaming the propaganda straight into the dream cavity.
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