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One day I felt like a downer My stomach was revving up so I needed something to devour I looked in the cabinets but all there was was a bag of flour I searched the fridge and found an expired pizza with cheese that looked like cauliflower It was a matter of life and death so I has no choice but to chow her Man did it taste sour... I had eaten the whole thing in desperation, but I have yet to tell what I have encountered My vision started to swirl like water draining from a shower Then I started seeing all different colors, I wanted to cower But then I started to feel crazed and empowered I felt like I had superpowers! Most of my memory of what happened during my trip had since been overpowered By things such as how to use an internet browser But I do recall waking up with my head feeling like chowder I look around and find myself in a pilot's seat with the cup-hole filled with blue powder I thought the plane would be on auto-pilot like a coward Little did I know that it was falling towards the Twin Towers.
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