The induction party comes to an end with transfixed crowds splintering through desire, paths re-emerging to the cold familiar pavement

Fresh from re-orientation, discarded all routines, a flow-dimension flow state

Go forth and send the ladder down, peel back the tunnel, dimensionally challenged 2D suckers

This is the next step!

3D routine

Supplanted back into the community in open collar shirts to distribute the literature and esoteric exerts

A subversive element enlisting data monkey like fish in a barrel

We see the track marks, we see the lines move, we started a new grove

Save you echolalic speech and ritualistic behaviours, the banality of sense and justice

The tyranny of free speech seems offensive yet can't be impeached, but I've got a 3D routine

In absence of charismatic leaders' crowds flourishing in perfect synergy

Adjacent cells of discontinued produce, past discredited like poorly received prequels

Primitive parts, blunt instruments, conventional wisdom once was compact expanding outwards

Indiscriminate trajectory

A 3D routine