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Admission on April 18, 2011 00:24 Exile (constituent sample only)
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I was very young when I was born -not unusual for a child of that age, but certainly a matter of significance entirely lost on me at the time: and so with time (not the same time as that preceding, nor that peculiar as-of-now imaginary time tardily following the parentheses within which we are currently mired and to which I shall preemptively and ambiguously fail to refer, but rather, penultimately, a persistently differentiating time, one that, to put it most simply::: moves about), I aged, until one day I was tall enough for my reflexes to conspire toward a self-organizing reflexivity -or, to put it in other words, where it might grow a little better, with a touch of care and a plethora or two of syntactical faux-pas, some unforgivable economics demipuns relating to extra revenue generated by the Treasury on the purchase of luxury goods, and a hundred-yard dash of aesthetic travesty- I somewhat tangentially realized (in a roundabout way, although that is neither here nor there) the realization that I was me, but not who I used to be, who was not me and never had been me, arguably an impostor of sorts, and inarguably a sort of impostor -which is to say, I'm not sure who I used to be, but I'm pretty certain that I'm me now (but I might change my mind, and reserve the right -for whomever it then belongs to- to disown that change in the future, since it will not have been mine to have had in what is presently not yet the past)- so with self-conscious temporal reflection attained at the generalized level of subjectivity (an objective fact upon which we will all have to disagree to agree since this is not a public forum, though it has been getting noticeably more crowded around here) unconscionably arduous and elongated sentences were miscalculated, machinated, masticated, and maybe mooted, all matters that, my friend, in short, sum up the totality of moments making up my momentary existence.
Or, somewhat more articulately:
