White war dawns, laughs yesyesyes. The paths of electricity keep jumping. Conjunctions. Disjunctions. (another, new, again) When we are liquid,
pluripotent, turned on, plastic. Everything it touches becomes me. And/or other, neitherboth. Oblivions taking pictures of itself. Where am I? Where am I? Going. I was born in the ocean, infinately mutable
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