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Whose ways is strange when it’s time to survive?
Pray on the plane, get off, laugh at God
Goddamn shame, but gave ’em the nod
Game is the game, still slept like a log

Thought:

“Yet only a moment ago his thoughts, always tending to morbid associations, had blended, in one of those falsely harmonious images that are significant within the dream but meaningless when one recalls it, two recent events.”

Vladimir Nabokov | King, Queen, Knave

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