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The Writer.

After a long sleep the narcoleptic writer woke up to his senses,though he couldn’t make any sense about anything.His stories are narrated  by filthy drunk  men and concumbines of  heavens who visited him in dreams and forced him to write lies about them.

Hence they are glorified forever in the minds of the people. 

A word written down in the books of men is millions of permutations and combinations  that can’t cease to exist.

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Blogger. Dreamer. Artist. Shouting aloud Everything That Cuckoos In My Head.

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