...tales have been spun that I can be heard in a perfect vacuum.
A collection of glittering cells working in unison,
to move a mutant from from the primordial ooze,
so we can busk on the streets of the internet.
A vessle for vibration.
Spitting in the face of boredom.
Time, trapped.
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