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Clot. By my own closed mind. Poisoned images self imagination. Sense of reckoning halts its gestation. Attitude and feelings unable to relate. The iron barrier my subconscious creates. CLOT, CLOT, CLOT. Microelectric memories solitarily confined. Preventing new additions to the archives of my mind. Confrontation of my lobes. To bridge the gap where knowledge flows. Knowing what I thought is hidden from me. Confrontation of my lobes. To bridge to stream where knowledge flows.