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Bad afternoon my dear friend i must say, standing here with the tip of my hat a feather on it, dandy and fine, good morning. Come to think of it, my existence on this great blue land seems to be purely coincidental and not at all warranted. However you being here with me must mean something. To be honest the very answers we seek may be the very ones we don’t want to find. What are you doing in my space you intruditional fool. We have too much in common I must say you and your purely contradictionary fancies and dreams which hardly make sense more or less more. However the root of the fact is buried ten feet deep in the soil and I can’t seem to locate its residential address. Are you still here? Good. We must make haste if we are to catch the last train to there. Am I talking to myself or are you real? Don’t look around i’m speaking to you, but you may of course simply be a figment of my imagination, a rift in my logical consciousness and awareness of reality and its constituents, of which you may not belong. But if you truly are essentially alive in every sense of the word, please do join me for a serving of perspective with a cup of reality. Farewell.
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