As the quasar spins secreting untold mass like ejecta from a spinning top instruments tied to our local neighborhood dance to its rhythm like its the ultimate DJ. As the song continues new notes are learned and new abilities are assimilated by evolutionary nature and so the cosmological club continues to see popularity grow as the seed resides in intergalactic history. The books of history are opened and what it contains is open to speculation but the words exist even if it is in our collective consciousness. Words continue to propagate and paragraphs of celestial theory shine through like the ultimate candle in the dusk of peril and deceit. Thus the imagination of neurological processes give way to a fact that can not be hidden or ignored as this would be perilous, also the music of truth would receive the final nail in a coffin that would kick-start the ultimate funeral. So as anybody even shortsighted vision can see the instruments are needed like extensions of will and power as the magnifier opens doors to dimensions unconceived and hopefully see an end to hatred and cultural disease causing a shift that is needed for carbon based reality to continue to exist.

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