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Preponderance of Dimensions Perplexes With Bliss String Fervor

Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor Lake mine previous (stream of consciousness imponderable) poetic efforts, sans spiritus mundi, converse sing a boot unfamiliar thread, and ignored common sense ne'er re: hearse sing, asper William Butler Yeats, aye went off deep end, perhaps provoked at least une nurse sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation, and additionally one emphatic curse, where mine poe whet tick feet did immerse for the methamphetamine time acid, (I said to myself), why traverse pointlessly imagining something worse tread about, i.e. say...tripping along head over heels, yet nagging notion would not disperse venturing blithely writing plunging into terra incognita parallel universe a "multiverse" herewith also Ark chew woolly Noah intent for yours truly to drown while purse sue wing abstract notion, viz domain of science fiction, never intermittently intersperse sing following lines with "HELP, I need somebody...", nor deliberately submerge readers within a mini sea course of confusion, but I feel confounded gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse, should delving over my head diverse if eyeing breadth, length, scope... beyond realm of mom and pop verse a tile theoretical physicists, who casually identify ten dimensions — eleven including time, nor averse slithering thru worm holes such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse, whereat numberless whirled wide webs presents obverse to accepted paradigm reverse sing scientific tenets describing quarks, plus portal bellow much room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse sing notions, where exodus down the rabbit hole into alternate self contained separate cosmological infinitesimal channels far more exciting than reality television!

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