Resist the most persistent dream, through a screen. Those numbers never lie. How come and why? Who knows what happens in April, May, June and July? Do not resist. Persist in the details of the dream. The colorful neurolinguistic stream of conscious aware enough to scheme and seek the light tonight. Illuminate the conspiracy of your own free will, or will you reject truth for a subjective reality super-imposed upon a digital interface, interlaced and intertwined between your mind and mine? You knew the rules of this game when you started.
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