Dear used, misused and totally abused fellow,
How can I make you forget that I have raped your mind? I have fucked it, so hard, it blew up.
Do you think I would be able to glue its pieces back together, and make it new again?
Can I paint it a different color this time? Can I give it more abilities? I mean, I’d love to make it more insane yet less daring, more creative yet less damaging, more disturbed yet able to feel …
Can you imagine your mind in pink? Can you imagine it outside your head? Looking you in the eyes, daring you to defeat it?
How can I delete your memory?
Tell me, can you ever forget a twist?
I will be eagerly awaiting your reply.
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