their style to disrupt me was to shuffle the perspectives right as my waking pupils found morning’s light. my eyes showed no accommodations to the nearing connections. the object of the past was to express a rhythm of learning. maladaptive experiences aroused fear in me every time the buttons were pushed. modifying my state of consciousness from ordinary objection to the particular treatments for unacceptable results seemed to be the end they were chasing. Dr. Piget came to me every early evening, smoking on his hash stick and reeking of the perfume that the Asian whores wore. he told me that generally the cognitive obsessions of a man are beyond the spirit’s moral acceptability, but that in my case the atypical physiological phantom of Focus haunted the beating of my heart. and so i watched the seasons sway.Birth sign: Taurus
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