Must be me. Seeing as how I can't sleep, thanks to Amy... just kidding. Before I have an existential meltdown, I decided to spew some mental quandaries. Boundaries? Not being able to see the keyboard? Or having the internet crap out on me for the 1248th time today. I am ready for that saucy puppet show now. Time to delve into my madness.
For a hundred years preceding this menagerie of mental monotony, I decided to become the kind of person who misunderstands the very fabrication of reality and give it a go anyway. Reality that is, not fabrication, or was it the other way around? I've already forgotten. Maybe the person under my skin could let me in on the decisions. I just need to get that promotion of Not Being In The Dark All The Damn Time. The occult creations of platarian insubstantially and the very thing you know are interested in the mindless greed of designer harps. Head vs Heart = Bicycle vs Car.
Now, where the hell is my Tab, and how to I get to that saucy puppet show?
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