I've been up since midnight painting. The ground has been laid. Twisted patterns of do this, don't do that, do this, don't do that,...should, shouldn't, should, shouldn't,...can, can't, can, can't,... illusion-reality? And in the center the vortex pulls at my belly. Do you even have a belly?
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