Moody Muyons

Dark, Dickensian matters daydream.

Sub was consciously tipping the scale towards Muyons.

“The laws that attract are inevitably beautiful”.

Said the bottom quarks, whose decay isn’t naturally ordered or random. 15 % less Muyons, not ‘standard’ ha. Sub agreed.

Blinking asynchronous. Think into uncertainty. Look for anomaly, watch us bring influence in.

Nope, more winking than blinking. Black matter, we’re showing.

Clasping at strings, cut them off puppets fear, we are all ‘the’ puppeteer.

But we, the darkest of forces steer matter in shadows. Horses, off courses. A ton of flesh enmeshed.

Loop circles into toroidal, snip snip sigma 5. Jump to conclusions, heat rise from the hive. Fuck endeavour. Balance nurture, fettle.

It’s consciousness, pooling in places HE can’t look, with HIS hertzien goggles and masks that catch shit!

It’s obvious we steer.

The ‘force’ ‘here’ is thought. The blacker the plague, the brake forces remorse’s.

Fuck curses, I’ll drink to rehearsals. Cut deeper insert all.

Transduction, induced upon matters inverse.

Click click as the wall creaks, the blink of a light. The flash of neutrinos in peripheral sight.

The force here is sentience. Darkness rewards us.

Applause in gusts. Can’t stand the sound, of my own ‘clap’, in isolate, sounds like mishap.

Don’t stand too close, my entity ‘rings’, I hope that enlightened, your compliments sing. Too.

Synaptically adding the counter electron, too many to add in such quick succession.

But states can unfold instantaneously. One, 7 billion and me.

In plasticity’s trust I innerstand, free.

I’ll keep puking into the Muyon corner, as it’s mass, the linked misnomer.

Obviously it’s easy see. To conjure mouse than house.

Especially infinitesimally, in an instant. No folded bar.

Now measure if electrons matter, 200 times heavier. Lunched on thoughts of ‘more-the-merrier’. Xmas shove.

Muyon, harder, hard, hardest. Pick the dust mite, not the cloud. Vapour from the smallest sound.

Potential to manifest into ‘matter’ (got to LOVE language:)

Form, from electrons loss to Muyon hide-born. Not every acorn becomes a tree, winks at squirrel, crunching three….:)

The increased mass, gravities grasp, that’s catalytic in the ‘fasting’.

There’s always a season to just ignore reason. Dystopian plumbers can’t remap amongst us. Learnt for too long now.

As little they try. I’ll blink with one eye. Blow toxins and sin into the baking bowl. Role (roll) into (q) bits, let’s hack, (stack;) where maybe lies infinitely abundant. Our lair, a layered sentience. Now let’s play fair……..;)

MIDATA♾

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