There are 8,782 locks but only one Key.  The buzzing seeks the key.  Pernicious and Malignant One, it is she. I know it but there are holes in my mind and when I drift the holes fill with the incomprehensible.  I speak words I don’t recognize.  I hear myself, I am a stranger, a being out of space and time.  I am not from here.  Ravings of a lunatic mind.

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