This is not my beautiful house, how did I get here? In the name of Dali, I am perplexed, almost maudlin. Have you ever had to make up your mind, say yes to one, leave the other behind? Dreams such as this cannot say much for the dreamer. Noble in spirit, hapless in cessation. We find ourselves bought and sold before we endure the land. Pop, I had thought that a term for Soda, but sadly our grande Surrealisme has fallen victim. Inevitable? Perhaps. Permissable? Nay.
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