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Saturday, April 12, 2008
The land of my dreams is barren, almost devoid of all life-forms, with the exception of the occasional friend that has apparently been within my self-conscience. They can be so inexplicably random and uncomprehendable that I often wonder what runs through my mind unwillingly. They affect my reactions in real life, without me consciously agreeing. Strangely, I'm beginning to accept it. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
