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I am waiting for the day When technology catches up with imagination. When I will be able To sort your chemical composition. To breach your prefrontal cortex. To purge out your ego.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
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I am waiting for the day When technology catches up with imagination. When I will be able To sort your chemical composition. To breach your prefrontal cortex. To purge out your ego.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
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