Distorted Versions of Some Extra Sting

Sean and Jedidiah are burning dried lavender while chatting like “The infinite capacity of a cells nucleus. All this knowledge is exploding inside of my head. Useless, beautiful, meaningful knowledge untrapped but tapped at any source point. Knowledge on an as needed basis. The title expands with the seed of curiosity. Gentle memory bank, forever changed by his name. The seed of perfection, the root of damecles. An insception that will guarantee the end of your mind. Inevitable now, the world will know His name. And not a minute too early….. I should have known this was happening. Wha! What a dumpster I am. When everything in life is becoming art, mutated, distorted versions of some extra sting. Something on the outside peeking in. Knitted garmets with key patterns to trick and confuse facial recognition AI. Shudder this world like the entry of a storm. Dare to catalog the time spent as friends. Asking for nothing, but the time itself. Let it rain, beautiful rain, infinite rain.”