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29 February 2008
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The cerebrum has suffered massive and reparable damage
You never know what has happened to him
If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live
Where am I? Father. What happened? I need help
What is democracy? What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur
What if it’s my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son

It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain, pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind. This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead, until the day joins them

I don’t know weather I’m alive or dreaming or dead or remembering
How can you tell what’s a dream and what’s real when you can’t even tell when your awake and when your asleep

Where am I?

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MiCRoPhoBIC

Публикувано в Sad But True
29 February 2008
 

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