I'm not on drugs and it almost makes me want to go under my bed, realizing that there's always been a section where the carpet comes off the corner of the walls, rip the carpet away, fall through the floor, float down into a bright world of rainbows, enormous trees make of steak, where the planet's crust is make of cookie and an endlessly flowing river of sweet tea. The birds are all Jamacian and
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