Through a Dirty Window (Tuesday, 21 October 2008, 18:41)


What?! It's called "art"?! What is this "art" you speak of? Does it taste like chicken?
I think it tastes more like, well, tasty wheat, but then, how would I know? My experiences are illusions created by self-aware machines.

Quite morning, busy evening. An ambulance races to the hospital.

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