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MY HAIR WINDS UP IN SPARKS IN THE STARS OF EARLY MORNING PULLING MY BRAIN COILS FURTHER OUT BEFORE ANYTHING EXISTED, OR AT LEAST WHAT I KNEW EXISTED
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AMONG THE STRING THEORY PASSAGES OF PIRANESIAN SPACE, WHICH I DON'T UNDERSTAND, BEYOND THE ALGORITHMS OF PARTICLE PHYSICS IN DOTS OF RED AND MIND MAPPING AND DATA MINING
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IN THE NIGHT IMAGES FLICKER IN JAPAN OR MAYBE RIO BUT IN MY ROOM THERE IS A DARK SCREEN EXEPT FOR THE BLUE BLINKING LIGHT TO TELL ME IT'S WAITING
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AND THE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK STAND UP REACHING THROUGH THE GLASS MAKING A NET FOR DREAMS WHERE I CAN ALSO EXIST INSIDE MEMORIES AND COPPER WIRES GLIDING THROUGH FIBRE OPTICS AND SATELLITES