it is within my sacral limits to topple the hegemony that disobedience
portents to obedience; after all rebellion is mostly a calculated maneuver
to make you obey a system by being its polite dissident – that is why I stretch
by and beyond the labels. If I am an archetype, a sterotype, a weaker sex what is that I am so weak on – are you telling me you have written the map to strength?
My bones are the same of yours, count one more or less or maybe not this derivative – I am a coliseum of non-apartheid lust and alienness unifying with the native. the UFO is mankind; walking among a cosmic thread of black holes and intersteller meteorite-pilgrims; we are static but excel in momentum…
,,,I am a both a galaxy of sound and a big bang of whimpers
a hypernova will try to mimic me…
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