
All My Children
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Up above, the engulfing sky glitters with a million distant stars. Down here, we live suspended in the plasma of our own thoughts. |
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A chorus of voices rises over the sound of the roaring surf. This is what they tell us: "Make the symptoms disappear and the underlying problem will vanish. What you don't see can't hurt you. What you don't tell won't get you into trouble." |
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"Delusions, hallucinations and disorganized speech-that mumbo jumbo is all in your head." | ![]() |
