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I sit here and drool at the words on the screen. I read them again, what do they mean?

My mind is now blown and lies on the floor. Is that me over there? Hey you, where's the door?

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I sit here and drool at the words on the screen. I read them again, what do they mean? My mind is now blown and lies on the floor. Is that me over there? Hey you, where's the door? reposted by request.

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Escaping the prison of your own mind doesn't really require shotguns. That's more of a mind escaping the prison of your head thing.

Don't take the easy way out.

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Autocorrect fucked me again. Was a joke about bird shot

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Ah autocorrect. It both loves and hates us.

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It does dove us and gate us.