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Feb 2017
Before I slept, I watched Bob Ross paint a mountain and a couple of trees in a canvas.
He explained in detail the techniques he used while painting and I sat there and listened to his calm, old man voice.
Later that night I dreamt of stabbing someone in the gut many times before pulling their teeth out.
I woke up in the morning feeling very hungry.
I wish I knew how Bob Ross felt every morning.
corpser
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