doubt it.

perfectly in the know of ''power of inward suggestion'' causing outward projections (real-worrld).

HELLO to this machine, not maintained.
A silo heaving a CHANT into the ugly Totality of space. And, hence, the burning chorus rings in
accompanied by showering ringlets
of tactiturn
vomit and gold color

see it.

Also: As you do well to know my self:
no job; no $; studying ch6 of the bodhissatva way of life now; i go to FTS class every sunday 90% so far; can't make a peep as usual in mob town.

feel me.