Tuesday, May 22, 2012

UPS Birth Certificate

I was once a little tiny thing, devoid of stimulus and concept. I don't know how I should process this. Growth of tissular automata. Expansion of experiential conceit. Time unidirectional and unending. I was small and meaningless to myself. I am larger and continuous though I have been continually consumed. I am amoebic. I expand in concept and in form. Look at me. I am a mass of experience. I was small and am small still. I am an army of cells. They carry on. Pointless, they carry on still.

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