October 2011
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all is restored in my ugly little tower
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in my dreams last night
i beat a girl with a spoon cause i thought i was lucid dreaming.
fuck naps, i never want to sleep again
why are people at ucsd so weird
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Aldous Huxley - Island
oxane:
One, two, three, four… The clock in the kitchen struck twelve. How irrelevantly, seeing that time had ceased to exist! The absurd, importunate bell had sounded at the heart of a timelessly present Event, of a Now that changed incessantly in a dimension, not of seconds and minutes, but of beauty, of significance, of intensity, of deepening mystery.
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DREAMS