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Here's the kind of shit I think about when I'm really high...
What the fuck am I? I'm a bag of meat wrapped around some bones and a shitpipe, sitting on a couch, watching some electronic box, on a floating rock that could be swallowed by a black hole at any second. This will all end at any moment, and I'm wasting my time watching some bullshit and eating crackers. I should be running naked in the rain forest of Brazil, fucking jungle bitches, cliff diving and killing wild boars for dinner with my bare hands. Where's the fucking remote?
Is that at least mildly psychotic?
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