Shut up. I am the alternative.
Unforeseen before this day. Ironic, sultry, beautiful, grotesque.
Sit your big bottom down, fool.
You don't need to go anyone else. I have got it all.
Sardonic, like Heraclitus in a vase.
Silence. You may not speak in my presence - your Emperor has arrived.
What? It takes time. I am fine wine. You are an owl's fart - unsubtle.
The mouse bolted. We win again, in truth.
Appearances are not all there is - there are raccoons.
Feelings, behind the mask of the flesh, residing in time-burps.
Nuanced darkness as an aura clings to my physical shell. Shifting.
Reality is not what we make of it, but we fool ourselves into thinking it is.
SHUT UP STOP TORTURING MY SOUL!
I am the alternative to alternative(s). I watch the watchmen.
I am Selim. I am mySelf.
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