Nothing comes from nothing
Everything could exist, but nothing does.
Even awake I dream of answers.
They are a pleasant oasis to rest at awhile.
Even awake I dream of answers.
They are a pleasant oasis to rest at awhile.
Wherein I relate the stories of other worlds as accurately as I remember them upon waking. To confuse matters I address topics that are agitating me in as obtuse a manner as possible.
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