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| − | Here I am. Here am I. Am I here? I am here.
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| − | Don't mind me. I'm just rambling on and on. Oh look, a cat. He is very furry. I think he will try to eat that bird over there but he will fail in the process. But that's just what I think, and what I think doesn't matter, right? Wrong. It matters oh-so much to the world, and to everyone who is reading this, when they could be doing something so much more productive, like working to feed their families, or researching a solution to world poverty. But no...they are just sitting at their computers in their nice comfy homes reading a rant by someone they don't know anything about. Yes. That is life, life in the modern world.
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| − | Isn't life great?
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| − | The trees are looking nice today. "Why thank you very much kind stranger for complimenting our wonderful appearance," I hear them say in my mind. Of course trees can't talk but there is nothing wrong with pretending they talk to you anyway. They are probably lying, yes. It's true. They point, and they whisper, and they plot behind your back while you are going about your day. And yet, you sit, oblivious, eating your ice-cream sandwiches, while they are thinking about the best way to kill you. They have decided. They sneak up behind you holding a knife in their wooden hands and they strike, plunging it into your unknowing back. And as you turn, you see an evil grin on their face. Their eyes are wide open, clearly displaying victory to the world around them.
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| − | You look down at your hands, covered in filth and mud and wonder how that got there. You look around and see a multitude of people, walking blankly forward towards nothing in particular, all with the same mud and filth on their hands as you. Your eyes slowly shift upwards and observe a giant edifice. This edifice must be special, you think to yourself, there are no other structures in sight. Your legs start moving automatically, as if drawn to the strange and wonderful building. As you approach, the building grows and expands far faster than you would have expected. Realizing that all the people have come from the building, you enter, pushing past the escaping crowd of mindless zombies. The sight that greets you is nearly indescribable. Thousands of people entering through the countless wooden doors on all sides of the entrance hall. One person catches your eye in the midst of the chaos. There he lies, in a dreamlike state, and you see the strange assortment of garments on his back. Suddenly his eyes pop open and his head turns towards you. Your eyes lock for the briefest of moments before darkness starts to engulf you. You see that his face is set in surprise and fear before you are lost forever.
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