Where we should've been had we any semblance of control over the content of our span in time. Be-fore existentialism was adulterated. I'd have a binary coherent ALPH human assistant by the name of Bill. He'd cross over being savvy to down right intoxicated on scotch. Then I'd ask him, what was that I told you to remember? And, that mother fucker will remember! Or, he's target practice the next day!
So, if you kept a list of your points of askew/view. Would you not see some heavy shit, you don't want an answer to. And eventually your list becomes music to your fears. The most we can hope fore is to stay awake long enough to feel the gravity of the shit-you-ate-some.
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