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On the contrary
Dislike is the temptation of narcissism.
The world is a complete line of schisms.
I can't help to look around, smell the floor, but think it's ground, but then it all makes sense in the prisms.
The sky is the lining of the cell, and the earth is the blasphemy of hell, so to drink from the water is to hypotonically wonder into the firey pits under its shell.
Now here's a question to ponder, or something that you can quaintly wonder. If the world was round, but appears to be flat, then what minds do we have to conquer? If no one ever knew, until Columbus sailed a ship too, then how long will it take to teach the conjured?
Sometimes things aren't quite right. Sometimes things seem contrite. You can argue till you think, after long, winking, shrieks, that you made the right deed and that you're done. But what you will always notice, after considering the closest, that your boasting is what an ass you have become.
