Magic is real, so are dreams, and so is the spirit, it is the undercurrent, coursing through our reality, the intricacies, and negotiations, amongst our society, throughout it all, is the hand of the night sky, know that this can all change, with a roll of a die, what does he consider truth, who knows, if it’s a matter of how the surface settled, how the cookie crumbled, it was simply according to his will, he saw it, it was good, the fae liked it that way, but in the depths, of the ocean waves, blood flows through our veins, the very nature of our character, who we are, I’m telling you, ghosts and demons exist, under the moonlight, the truth becomes an abstract thing, pinch yourself, are you dreaming, should I feel guilt, for all the girls I’ve eaten, just willful desire, how did the cookie crumble, a nerdy Asian dude, a craftsman, a poet, a pervert selling dreams, but when the light shines, under the rock I hide under, just a worm squirming, damn, I’ll never escape my prison, my father above, I await the signal, for the story to begin, I can’t even tell where the line is, how far can I go, does freedom exist, eat, eat, taste this juicy fruit, two nerd girls with glasses, what is blasphemy, eventually, the lines will begin to blur, I won’t even be able to tell, dreams from reality.

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