one day he came across an old factory.
but noone else could see it
he thought, maybe i will just hide it in a back pack.
maybe there is such thing as negative space
a space within a space where whole cities lay
where whole country sides dwell
maybe this was positive space
a place noone else could see?
a controlling class of machines
lost to true conciousness
couldnt resolve what controlled him
what was it
maybe it was a bowl of ice cream
maybe it was a room full of childrens toys
it wasnt any of that..
first it was that but then when they became manifest it turned them into something else
the ever changing thought form
direct air force injection
turn this light off
turn that light on
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