Extreme indifference to color reason or rhyme, while in my infancy this state suited me just fine, sure as I grew they knew, but still thought me benign, both unaware, and without care, I could warp both space and time, disturbed by my disruption of endless continued progress, I am now locked in a box, medicated heavily with the hope I will regress, if by chance you receive transmission of this electromagnetic broadcast, this frequency was me, Jesse, from a day long gone past, my signal is fading, I’ve lost modulation, I’ve dissipated to particle form, no more wave variation.
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