YOU HAVE SHATTERED THE INTRICATELY WOVEN NAVAHO WOOL PONCHO OF REALITY. SUDDENLY WE FIND OURSELVES CONFRONTED WITH THE DISQUIETING FACT THAT OUR LIVES THUS FAR HAVE BEEN MERE FACADES, ELABORATE LIES CONSTRUCTED SHEERLY OUT OF SHADOWS AND INSUBSTANTIALS. THE WORLD AT LARGE WOULD FALL INTO UTTER CHAOS, BUT WHAT USE IS CHAOS WHEN NOTHING TRULY EXISTS? WE CAN COUNT OURSELVES LUCKY THAT THE INHERENT INDIFFERENCE THAT COMES WITH UTTER NONEXISTENCE HAS RENDERED US CONTENT TO CONTINUE WITH THIS LIE OF VAGUE ENJOYABILITY.
I have no more poncho! The horror of the reality of the sunglasses has been broken! Now chaos of the truth that my old sunglasses were lies given to me all to spite me will consume me. I must write oh-noetry now.
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(that says PARTY by the way)
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What, exactly, constitutes real sunglasses?
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