A sight of lonliness, a brief glimpse of a pattern, paths incrystal, a song, clasped in another. But you must close thedoor. There is no time to join the sail of this ship,and it will sail the stars alone. A journey to infinity,with batteries that will only last sixty years. If it isever seen again, what will be made of it? Alas, you haveyour own, simpler, shorter, journey to make, with thecompany you have chosen. Fade
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I always am capable of producing an endless stream of this. I've never managed to record it before, because I write too slowly, but apparently if I close my eyes and type, I can output it while still doing it. The problem is that I still produce this faster than I can type, and it's somewhat multistreamed as I think it, with more than one vague 'path' being followed and often more than one word at once being produced. Oh well. I'll get back to sleep.