"Our televisions saw the red mist yesterday by playing reruns of all the soap opras we hate, and then they played songs of praise. Its just another sorry Sunday" - Sunday by the Wombats. (Not related to the message)
Musing about something that doesn't exist. Ignoring something that does. I strongly dislike good dreams, it gives me a warm feeling despite that the reality is, that it never happened and it never will.
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