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i am not a savant but an idiot for sure for what some would say was a god made gift but the word "gift" in German translates to the word "poison" so let me wake to take another dose that will eventually carry over in to my sleep where the soundtrack seems to never end or praise be to god for this elevator door to never open so that the continu ous muzak may fill my head at every chosen not my choice moment with these words i but not me write but possibly it might be did i hear a tritone i must go to the cross road and try to tune in to it not forgetting that this is a gift

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