I have flown through the corroded veins of insanity, perched on swimming blood cells. I have watched the cholesterol build, and I have worried over hardened clots. My path is swift but brief. Normality is a transparent illusion, wafting away with the slightest breath, leaving alien, indefinable objects glittering newly. The dreamy mind takes control of the wheel, and it shifts gears unpredictably, speeding like a Freudian fugitive through a wailing reality. Fiction thrives and the third-person sense grows into a titan. Inside the insane blood, the red world smiles heroically. Let the insane blood flow freely.
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