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Jul 2018
/                                       i own a bed...

   yet i prefer to lay

myself on

a hard, wooden floor...

so...

    what's up with this pluralism
of "thought"

     compensated

  by an "ego"

    within the strait-jacket
explanation of

                  cognitive virology?

that concept can
                be accounted for, yes?

i remember being infected...
it's like a.i.d.s.:
              without the a.d.h.d.

yes, i drink,
  i drink:
   because, once upon a time:
          i "think" that i truly loved someone.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
94
   Keith Wilson
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