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What is this exquisite, unrelenting, singularity of incomparable inspired expressive empathy? An empathy for a state of mind unlike any other psychoactive fairy tale I've chanced a fleeting exploration of? A familiar exploration of a world alien to me-not due to an utterly unfamiliar surrounding reality, whose intricacies and finer shadings amuse my already whimsical and adscititious perspective on on normalcy(societal typicality is, indeed, detrimentally extraneous to inner peace).Rather, it is the extrinsic element fused with my judgment and filtering my perceptions this explorer seems attracted to.
I don't seem to need rushing waterfalls and breathtaking scenery to to escape the programmed rat-race regimenting and plaguing my practiced life. All I really seem to use to unwind my mind are the tools needed to deprioritize drivel and strip bare the prejudicial dams in the flowing river I call my ego. Personality and social mores take a backseat to the exegetic nature of refocused reality, a multifaceted disease unfolded and lain flat, in order to ascertain and pinpoint incisively what I exemplify by my actions and what I know in my heart to be apodeictic sans my inner voice of personal shame or the herd mentality instrumental to the survival of my ancestor's imprint.
This naked brain of mine veraciously hungers for the source of secretive and proscribed techniques that induce insanity from my dogged tribalism and realign alongside my origin-amazed, impartial, empathic, and most importantly - the essence of ecstasy.
I don't seem to need rushing waterfalls and breathtaking scenery to to escape the programmed rat-race regimenting and plaguing my practiced life. All I really seem to use to unwind my mind are the tools needed to deprioritize drivel and strip bare the prejudicial dams in the flowing river I call my ego. Personality and social mores take a backseat to the exegetic nature of refocused reality, a multifaceted disease unfolded and lain flat, in order to ascertain and pinpoint incisively what I exemplify by my actions and what I know in my heart to be apodeictic sans my inner voice of personal shame or the herd mentality instrumental to the survival of my ancestor's imprint.
This naked brain of mine veraciously hungers for the source of secretive and proscribed techniques that induce insanity from my dogged tribalism and realign alongside my origin-amazed, impartial, empathic, and most importantly - the essence of ecstasy.
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