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Last night I slept in front of the telly,
the image sucked me in like a drink of LSD, distorting my face and making me float. Inside the virtual realm, I was trapped among sounds and psychedelic dreams, searching for a paradise made of blue ribbons, a family and a white Christmas, at one point meeting Elvis turned out to be a great surprise, and kissing a kangaroo became the most insane experience of my life, every move inside the tube contorted my mind, the reality mesmerized me, was it natural or fake? And so my crazy night began- my head asleep on a caramel moon, walls breathing in a velvet room, some green sonata and plastic shells danced around me, the white was turning red and angel kisses dropped on my neck, what could be more divine? Dreaming inside an artificial realm, thinking that breathing is eating and loving is smiling, my mind travelled in the outer space, just like the agent in Solaris game, a mind that can be more than brain, a heart that can become insane!
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