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I sat around all day staring at the wall. Then something magical happened... I had an epiphany. I realized how wonderfully dirty my walls were. A metaphor came to mind which inspired me. I was like... man a new white wall is like a human life in it's infantile stages. Pure and clean... completely untouched... and my glass of chocolate milk and poorly placed shoes on the floor act as a tainting flood of chance intertwined with self awareness and free will. The shoes practically leap from the floor to entangle my feet, the cool brown liquid flies through the air in slow motion, as if i were adventuring in a space ship... time slows and then all at once there it is. A once pure and beautiful wall corrupted by one bad move. Moral of the story - you can easily solve any imperfection or unfortunate turn of luck in your life by creative, generous and vigorous uses of .. licking.
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