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Then the doctor vaccinated me and the colours blurred around me, being reckless of what was happening. The virus was transported into the heart, and mingled hearing with my touch. Then the doctor told me, that the vaccines can be injected every few years, just to be sure, that the lack of communication will still…

The burning sight of the wild seeing is drowning in me.  The silence of the processing visionalised experience is flaming in the magnetic manifestation of the existence.   Somewhere, in between…  the thread is contradicting with bodying itself, eliminating the purposes of being.   Sensational transparencies in co-existing rituals,  that are embodied in somatic transformations,  where…