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What am i to believe? Is there a reality to run from or run to? The scorched brain in this hollow hole of madness can not seem to communicate with the legs of a table. Why is everything so tense? The only thing I have now to worry of is not messing up the next 2 years with too many blunders of depraved human flesh. To keep all away from myself for the time being, and wait for the freedom of government education. To relinquish the morals of a religiously based nation and to discover the true meaning of luxury and happiness. Well, what else am I supposed to long for? Eh, I cant figure it out.