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So I think I had someone else's dream last night. I was an African American living in a downtown studio apartment. I had a fight with my girlfriend the night before, and my buddy was asking about her and I didn't want to let on that I thought she had left me and my place might be empty when I got home.
Nothing about the people, place, or situation had any sense of familiarity to me, it was like I was watching things unfold inside the brain of somebody else.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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