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When I was young, I was told about a boy in a plastic bubble.The only way he could survive, was in his plastic sterile enviroment.Twelve years later, as he waited for a cure, the boy died in his germ free enviroment.I was born in a similar enviroment,because of a sickness that was imposed into My mind.I became aware of My "bubble" and decided to pop it.I now find order in chaos, peace in violence and freedom in slavery.I enjoy the world for what it is, rather that what others want it to be...and yet I strive to make it more efficient.I like pleasure, I like pain.I create to destroy and destroy to create.I like Life, and affrim Reality without resentment.I've popped My bubble.I will gladly pop yours.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.
- T. E. Lawrence
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