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the man with or without beard meditates
on the day of today: I awake I go to the rear in half an hour I can say I’m fresh I eat or I don’t eat something in a hurry and I get to go out damn thing: as I go out the door I see thousands of stairs yesterday it seems they weren't or they were there I scratch or I don’t scratch my beard and I look at the sky I see all kind of flying thingamies I swear: ever in my life I didn't see something like this they are spinning dizzily around me they transmit mentiferous encrypted messages to me I decode all messages instantaneously every message menaces dreadfully my life one of them sounds like that: “you give up or you don’t give up the beard which you have or you haven’t today you’ll die or you will not die anyway”
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