I came across the door of a fantastic underwater vessel, governed by a contrivance of intricate and fanciful design encased in glass that caused gears, antique weighted things made of bronze and lead, to whir and visibly reconfigure for vivid blue liquid to fluctuate and flow at the touch of a lever, but when I tried to discern its mechanism by experiments of trial and error, it defied my reasoned expectations - the same action performed twice produced two distinctly different results. This is not logical, I thought. It is broken, you were too careless with your touch, my mind said. As soon as I became convinced of this invented explanation, it was proven.
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sometimes I think I may be a misanthropist, but I sure hope not. I sure hope to hell I'm not.
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it's pouring in shinjuku today
where are you?
a man grabs my hand hurry we don't have much time
wait, what's going on?
haven't you realized? this is all a dream
wait, if this is all a dream then who are you?
nicholas cage
i stop and turn to look
his moustache stares back
and then i wake up
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