Exponential diversion. Mass of things. Collision, collision, collision ad infinitum. Who are you who plunge into me? Have we met? Are we relatives? I welcome you and your stench, the stanching of wounds, the worms you carry, the words, the fatuous constructs, hair tangles in the toilet and a ring of poo, shorn body sworn to a nobler cause, infinite giving, infinite holding, retention, release, you. I welcome you. I welcome you. I welcome you.
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inside(r) psychoanalysis 