Multiverses are a string of compacted while self autonomic universes in a hocrux of an substantial omniverse within and outside of the conceptual conception of the beyond. Multiverses, just like everything else and their antonymic dimorphistical probale probabilities exist when perceived, when there is no observer, there is nothing to be observed and observed. Everything you eat, feel, smell is product of neurological branches sending wavelengths to your cerebrum. Even your beloved nuance, the UV wavelengh confirmation is nothing but a transparent illusion of the externality while being the proliferational phlegmonous okulation evolving and revolving around your internality. Every occupied, self proven fact, a geistesblitz, a psychological gestalt transcendenting in the substantial door threshold of being, not being, could being and couldn’t being. You, a biometrical subvertion, a division compulsively fusioning your affirmation to your pseudologically identification, your believes, you believing in believes, you, we, a proscribing product of real irreal pseudo surreality through projecting the neogolistic somatic persona of depraved objectivism. Defined by it’s inadequate of definability, ending in it’s own identified undefinability of a laminated apotheosic amaranth, ascending godhood over it’s own pre determed primordeal roots. Right and wrong, sophisticated okulative phlegmonous constipated schemes fabricated upon perceptional lenses. Not existing without the anthropological cerebrum to percipie and exemplify and neither being incumbent on the ontological externality of the conceptual reality, being nothing but a low ”hume” level, a phoney lethargic depraved pocket dimension metamorphosed into a macroversal diaphaned solidification of our own self utopia. The abnormality is perhaps the normality of our abnormality, or the normality is the abnormality of our normality. Or the abnormality is the abnormality of our normality, or the normality is the normality of our abnormality. So is it abnormal for the abnormality in the normality to exist and would it be abnormal if abnormalities wouldn’t substantially exist? There is no illogical logic. Only logical incomprehensibility with a heterogeneous polymorphic logical logistic. A protagonist, of your own story, the matrix however? Pre determining your actions through bootstrap paradoxons, being the spectral lines between pro and contra, choosing and not choosing. What IS the non-subject as well as anemic rough version of the conceptual feminine indefinite pronouns that we agnosize as lifeless, living things? The puritanical sensorium, the keyboard diversification of the omniversal probality, is able to objectify our self-securability in a subjectified way and to divide it objectively and subjectively. The chimera unreality of real surreality, looms in the diaphanous flagrant antagonism of an objectively subjectivized inhomogeneous as well as heterogeneous polymorphism, which nevertheless, beyond its intriguing inadequate locality of its subsidiary substantive domicile, a well-founded incomprehensible, incomprehensible nature of the concomitant context of its conceptual concepuality oxytocinar, malicious as well as pernicious dysphemic depraved phlegmons as well as any dimorphistic pleoanasmic regressions that scintillate arcadian idyllic as well as elysian bucolic picturesque affirmity. The determined medium of the fabricated choice, which remonstrates each of the diction we have, a periodized segmented time passus, is capable of ‘me’ to ‘me’, ‘itself’ to ‘itself’, ‘me’ to ‘itself’ and ‘itself’ to specify ‘me’. This casemaking of the polychromatopsia, as well as the achromatopic polychromy of the substantial chronologists anarchy of their anarchic meticulousness, is capable of us equally macroversal, without sophistication, one of the phlegmatic, lethargic conglomerate contiguities branches of our conception, but in energetic, busy passivity, even to the energetic, trauma as a psychological primordeal physiognomy, a morph in the spectral paraclase between ‘are’ and not ‘are’ to be preserved. Isn’t ‘I’ ‘you’ and ‘you’ not ‘me’ if we share the pleoanasmic architectural predicate of the binary molecules of our multiplex but congruent ingredients? The repugnant contradiction between your ‘being’ and mine ‘being’ is just the new mutation. But does the ‘be’ segment itself from the ‘be’ itself? If every cytoplasm exceptionally the ‘are’ itself is dedicated ?, but does the conforming primordeal analogy also dictate? So ‘I’ am ‘you’, and ‘you’ ‘I’, although ‘I’ is not ‘you’ and ‘you’ is not ‘I’. Just as little as “I” am not “I” and “you” are not “you”. ‘I’, ‘you’, convergenceless convergence agnosing units, divisions of a single perceiving individual. We are ‘one’ but ‘many’, our quantity is legion, ‘WE’ are legion but legion in the paradoxical singularity. One god, three persons, the triquerta, the trinity of god, as well as ours. The plural singularity of the probal ‘hume’ conduct strolls the strolling ontology. This laminating loop of wrong rightness, as well as right wrongness, amates to the refined enzymatic, unidentified tenor, its elanless verve, the exhaustive holotic vehemence myriad, all omniversal synthetics. The liaison, the aversion, the platonic cohabitation, as well as the animosity idiosyncrasy of the substantial affects, the emotion-enzyme of the unreality projected ‘in’ and ‘onto’ ” us ”, the bitter continuity of all us cognitive, cognitive-less cognitions, THE knitted conceptual lines CONCEPT OF THE utopian liquidating reality itself. So is inanimate vitality, the testimony to living, inanimate, inanimate, vitality? We, the keratin plate of a keratinocyte-net puppet, oscillates from the vacant atrocity, crudity and rigor of the transparent transparency, the only moralless adversary, time itself. ‘I’ or ‘we’, ‘we’ or ‘I’, an infernal passion , the sacred perversion, its pathology-free pathology tainted probal probality, the “ beyond ” itself.