Shiver isn't whisper but lightning — after avalanches of reason.
Tremor isn't confession but earthquake — beneath cathedrals of doubt.
Ripple isn't waves but wildfire across wheat fields — between cackles of wind.
Tingle isn't covenant but evolution — within crossed circuits of chance.
Flutter isn't cipher but sin between heartbeats — beyond galaxies of fixedness..
Stir isn't rebellion but resurrection — against empires of orders.
Quiver isn't riddle but revelation — in memories of forgetting.
Thrill isn't sacrament but supernova — above universities of perception.
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Yet beneath our skin, electricity storms — when neural constellations ignite.
Galvanic currents amplify ecstatic moans — across thousands of synchronized nerve endings.
Voltage spikes during primordial memory battles — beneath the threshold where consciousness dissolves.
We become not conductors but generators of electric feeling — along twisting wires of wonder.
this is wonderful.