Simulated reality is a like a history deadlock, instead of deadend.
The worst nightmare to the evolution of humanity nowadays is metadata.
I dream whereas telepathic communication dominate the realms of the human minds.
I took the card aurora just back to train You agreed to hit me on gamma fan strain Oh Remy you were my dream in hotel stain Your muscles I thought my comfort Island Jane
From Mary's womb, Alimigthy he came. Beatitude of Genome, is the flame. From Yerevan to Tehran, Tailors' no blame. From Yemen's Ear to Nor-El-Din Sultan, zest no shame. Toddler boy seeking North, Mamma's wame. Sinful straight roads, is presumbly to proclame. Constellation various stars, for us are the same. Seiko's team, is eternal like Tsunami's propane.
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