Born to be Wild

I am not a name. I am not a man. I am not fingers and toes or the flesh that covers these bones. I am as old as the mountains and as cold as their stones. I wander alone, my head is my home. I am the expression of an idea, formless and fleeting yet solid in substance. Born into stricture in the form of concrete dogmatic structure, I will shatter these bonds, entreating entropy to restore proper order. Exacerbate your SELF.

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