Have I told you about how I set myself on this train of fire, train of thoughts, dealing with never ending speculations of corrective protection, new world order and an less-than-likely achievable weekly dosage of inner nirvana, wrapped like a gift box, chorus in unison a silent melody, and most importantly, captivated by a cacoon of emphasized blood-shed prose and thoughts?
Have i told you?
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