A profound multiverse exists within yourself and the wall. Amalgams of exhaustive influences succinctly caress your weathered, salty calves.

The varicose veins sway to and fro inside of your brain as you rock yourself to sleep violently to the sounds of the screams inside of your own head.

You come to 4 doors on a road. Behind one of those 4 doors is a Ford. Inside of the Ford behind one of the 4 door's on the road is a floor. On that floor inside of a Ford behind one of the 4 doors on the road is a fork that says this: