Crop circles and such perfectly aligned numbers, what if it was an obvious result, in the wide universe, for space exploring civilizations to find us, but our minds are in a vacuum, we can’t acknowledge the reality of space invaders because we’re not open to possibility, then what about conspiracy theorists you may ask, are they not expecting of such a scenario, and I would simply say, each person has their own jar, and our realities are decided by what we keep out and what we keep in, this could be a supernatural horror, but in my jar, I’m just a normal dude, a poet at most, I work with technology, insurance, brokers, simply writing to soothe boredom and maintain my sanity, stable minds achieved at thirty, the rape of ideas, as above so below, your father and children, are they the same thing, a balance of good and evil, such human ideas, value and power, lust of life and the idea of wealth, maintenance of the mind, magick spells, what fills a cup, my secretary bent over, the culmination of so much desire, my standards for health, diseases and infections, mermaids and the depths of the abyss, playing with words, Fibonacci numbers, god and the heavens always echoing…

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