I’m sorry cold Time has triggered gadgets in our brains. Combines that twist out signals to keep away for society is watching...
And as our bodies develop we only begin to see other people's bodies. Shell houses of our desires. – But where is a sense of mind?!
Where are your keen hunting skills when I am watching you. Where are your instincts to sense me already around you and inside you. I can breathe you from oh so far away and my nostrils bring me melting; yet you sense no change in my matter...
{The mind you have inside you, cats…I’m sorry the Time’s are killing you, cats.}
