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A short stint on the crack pipe told me this.

I've got Brain Inflammation!
Ogling lazy leukocytes as they perfuse through the vasculature of my mind.
Tiny little bubbles of fat and protein.
Supposedly they define our reality.

Well I am defying them.

My mind, you see, is a crystal rock. Waiting to be vapourised. And from whence it flows thru into my lungs and into my blood and into my mind.

We are made of things from without. The things within are just the mechanics that make it so.

So when I have cracked that rock I know.

And I am telling you so.