numbers became a hormone that traveled with the blood until the stream found his lungs and punched the code into his labored breath. the variables, all purposefully inaccurate, were the kinethesistic lucidity that kept alive every universe inside his dream. generalized awareness was a disease of decimals, one that feared not the moat of inadequacy evident in the faces of the digital kids. chemicals with lichen fingers programming the beat into their feet. his was the amplitude of chaos. the chronic surrender of individual delinquency. his was a genius born of transported cultures. his was a tongue flavored with endocrine sugar. beneath the results of the modified extremes are the livid worshippers of right and wrong. he remembered jesus bleeding on that cross. the loss of a great thinker and a great builder. but no son of god fell prey to man. the only part of us close to him was the part that our science had no way to kill. the least of our violations was arrogance.Birth sign: Taurus
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