- I dream upon hearing the human soul trapped inside a mans body, performing Blue Angels Air Show.
- Within a pondered upon dimension after death, floating magical angels shaped into a collage of men surround a dark, glistened brightly with lights, yet preferably dimmed, scatter a sound of grace called Nirvana.
- Being indirectly and magically placed within that thick mist of memory; that very dimension of that sublime and serene atmosphere; comforted by the most magical and glistening human soul this mind-fucked excuse for a soul(myself) has ever placed her eyes, heart and soul upon. This feeling of nothingness within reality, the pain of thought vanished in a deafening and extravagant form.
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