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The Perfect Fix
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Have you ever wondered.
Pondered...
Quereyed...
Why we seek halucination.
Dilusions...
Dreams...
To be what we are not.
Or what we think we should be...
Or should not be.
We try and harness thoughts.
Yet, we dillude them with our fantasys.
Seeking our veiw of a perfect fix...
Seeking a life of dillusion.
Where our veiws and fantasys are the only reality.
Trying to find our own world, our perfect world.
Isolating ourselves in a fixed state of mind...
And dilluding our grasp of reality...
Within the perfect fix.



