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your line is Once, late-night and knee-deep in research and coffee,your line is by ~tax-chan
I read this woman\'s theory,
That babies are born knowing everything,
Then force-forgotten by formal education.
At that point I
Wondered what being a baby would be like
If they really are encyclopedic mashed-pear pits.
And suddenly infant mortality
Made a lot morse sense, save for the mortality
Being directed at rather than committed by
The tiny madmen in their padded cells.
Having \"cat\" spelled out in blocks
And loud, inane voices squeaking like subway brakes,
When what you really want to do is ask them,
Maliciously,
If they are planning for you a life as a catamite,
On
Sta.sh
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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