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when i'm in this drug induced state of mind, the kind that makes me want to abandon all hope and then gain it all again through random mind boggling thoughts jumping through the crevices of my mind poisoning beautiful images and infecting them with the uttermost painful images my mind can imagine sending me into a semi-insane mind frenzy before i mentally prepare myself for a more peaceful mind fuck i lull myself into a land most fimiliar to me my home that i run to in my dreams and i contemplate what is real and what is not and it occurs to me that the only thing that feels real is this thought. this thought, numero 1 out of 29120948579138. and out of all thoughts, this one is the most important. this one, because it is happening NOW, and now is the only time that i know i'm not a memory, and i am not a figment of the future.