I can’t quite seem to grasp, so many questions, and so many seals, young spirits, and willing virgins, discerning and considering, whether I'm a part of the jar, because I see life from my perspective, the middle path, main character syndrome, there’s an infinity barrier outside my mind, but if I'm being viewed from outside of here, anywhere else, in the depths of the matrix, I could very well be the sun and the moon, a part of the jar, performing a similar function, but alas, live, laugh, love, twenty first century, I'm also a person, and as the branch extends, with the echo of the future, I wonder, nudes and dirty paintings, mushrooms and flowers, spells and incantations, fruits and preservatives, does any sort of life depend on this…

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