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stumbled once I did I know  I think I am infallible upon a thing I had no preconceived idea about I compared projected subjectively conjectured that this was something before now never discovered I stood it in bright light studied how prisms changed the view in telescopes and microscopes it didn't whatever it was give up a clue nor shine a light inside my head. Very disconcerted I went to bed and had this vivid dream of unicorns small fairies wizards and demons, I gave them names understandable like Zeus Mohammed Alijah and Ben, Ben was my favorite. He was just a working man that tripped one day over a stream of gold and got rich Not for real he was made up like all the rest. But Ben gave all his found riches away. Fed the poorest and the ****** thieves and politicians. Ben was a hero far and wide. I woke up beaming , half in sleep half awake and thought , by god Ben was cool.
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
Ben was cool
stumbled once I did I know  I think I am infallible upon a thing I had no preconceived idea about I compared projected subjectively conjectured that this was something before now never discovered I stood it in bright light studied how prisms changed the view in telescopes and microscopes it didn't whatever it was give up a clue nor shine a light inside my head. Very disconcerted I went to bed and had this vivid dream of unicorns small fairies wizards and demons, I gave them names understandable like Zeus Mohammed Alijah and Ben, Ben was my favorite. He was just a working man that tripped one day over a stream of gold and got rich Not for real he was made up like all the rest. But Ben gave all his found riches away. Fed the poorest and the ****** thieves and politicians. Ben was a hero far and wide. I woke up beaming , half in sleep half awake and thought , by god Ben was cool.
quadrophonic on first posting , now remedied, lol
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
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