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Escapril 2019
Prompt: any dreams?
taylor@linuxbox:~$ ruby meaning-of-life.rb Every 24 hours we drop (Though some are shaky on the steps). We slow dance to the circadian symphony: Walk, Drop, Dream, Stop, Repeat. A dancing plague — Stop dancing and you die. Even the ants sleep each day for 16 minutes, Why? What do they dream? If there is a god, does he sleep too? Are we his dream? If you lived forever in a dream, Would you know it? Would you learn to hear the hoofbeats Of a nightmare dashing across your mind? If you finally awoke from a world of Teeth falling out, Tripping and falling, Being chased, And being naked at school, Would you relax and stop asking, "Why? Why? Why?" taylor@linuxbox:~$ █