Conception
Raw heat throbbing in the wake of the passage, possessing a desire to inspire, fomulating an abstract design, using the buildingblocks of their own intellectual particles. Hot-blooded rituals, giving off positive and negative charges. Offering a exchange of ideas. Time will not wait draw back the drapes. Energy is now being transferred in the form of numbers and flesh. A new matrix system is conscious. Nothingness is no more. Incarnation is embarking. Existence and death now coexist. Awareness is claiming its self. It's alive.

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Reads like a writer's creative process. I like
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Thank you soo much!!!
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