Sometimes, life is just a sequence of recurring patterns outlined in harsh, pornographic color. We tend to think that we're painting a whole new picture, while in truth we're just repeatedly going over the same patch of burnt sienna with the crude, amateur brush strokes of a talentless zealot. Our only hope is that one day the canvas might give under the pressure.
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