Damn it. Sometimes things turn out weird. Like our strange fake mosques filled with lenses.
From this wasteland, I learned about the abyss. After captaining in the abyss for a time, you see the shiny parts are less shiny than the people there tell themselves it is.
At least there was some truth seen speeding by like a fleeting memory, a moment plucked from a cloud, a life's bundle contained in a loud trip to get up and put the milk back in the fridge.
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