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I finally understood
my absolute incapacity to understand life... I have no idea what is it, where does it come from, what is it made of... Hansel and Gretel once told me, that life as we know it, comes from deep forests; but you can't trust 'em: I've been told they're just pathetic PR agents of Willy Wonka's ancestors... And there's Adam and Eve... Oh, please... At least remove the M & S tags from your Oxfam rags... Cousteau & Co. suggested we crawled out of oceans: yeah, sure... What about Sponge Bob and Patrick, huh? Every year, precisely at midnight, I'll close my left eye, pretending that darkness, is just the brighter side of light...
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