"Time is a constant happening as one, before i finish writing this it's already done. This means I'm already dead and i was just born. Reality before you is the separateness of time. A deception not unlike the intoxicatingly beautiful mixture of fine woman and wine. Black colored lipstick absorbs all light, patterns of waves expressed threw sight. Vibrations of futures past happening at once, seen threw existence of Indigenous thought."
-Daniel Ketchum

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