Reflections of a Disjointed Journey

Raw Thoughts in a Chaotic Approach

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Blurred Directions Orchestrated

Commence by pacing leftwards at the road’s termination –

Onwards, alongside the highway, an escape lies, crafted to dodge daytime throngs. Descend from the freeway, and time elongates for your initial cessation – at the vehicle’s forefront, diverges by miles from your destined appearance. I’ve got to confess:

Earthly kin bear witness oblivious –

. —truth raw, unfiltered.

Journey to the **General Hospital**, clutch blue blossoms. Arrive, and technical perturbations ensue.

Into the gynaecological labyrinth, he ventured, murmuring,

“Girl, let me touch you.”

Wildly destructive yet composed,

Surgical contemplation: elective metamorphosis –

Half-shark, half-alligator, half-man, scribed into waiting tomes.

**Karma Sutra**, disillusioned amidst cinematic illusions –

Hollywood’s aquatic sway, versus archaic reels stitched by **Operation Zero Gravity** to ensnare blackened cosmic sons, thus wields power within pale perceptions.