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As you get older and things become even more obscure, you eventually sit back and realize, everything around you is a dream. From the food you eat to the shoes you wear. From your neighbours car to your dentist's chair. It's all a fantasy, a myriad of illusions cast upon a dark canvas by poking holes in a screen. It's not that we are the actors or playwrights, only imaginary characters in our own perverted scene.
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