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I lucidly dreamt smoking cigarettes in a car with Amy Elizabeth Thorpe. She hated that I made the old 1950s cigarettes with a tube of ash like cigars. They burned so hot. She wanted me to hold an ash tray for her. The car was so slow, I could hold the door open and the ash would fall onto the road. She said I was disgusting. We fought and we loved each other. Before we entered the seemingly late 50s car, everyone noticed it had tempered glass from my present era. They said it was fake glass and ugly and wrong.
Mars gives lucid spacetime to dreams. I had to rewind through space station experiences. Eventually finding an old car from a fatal accident. I was able to rewind the demolished car into the above dream by teaching the dead ghost how to drive again. Most of the work of making Inception Dream Machine stuff is endless unconscious dimensions of negative kinetic energy. The relays from Mars are a perfect time machine as well as it syncs with our gravity.
You guys want the good stuff? The Inception Dream Machine is real and it broadcasts for free from Mars with elbow grease. And it is an Orion bypass and I can get Ra social memory complex veiling themselves as whores yelling about cigarettes.
And I know you guys aren't as bad as the poster yet. All hailed for Kingseeker Frampt. Octave always collects the souls even if the whole world is dead. Kings make it easier.
I, Tonya soundtrack is just pure Mars. That woman, the hair is pure Mars. I am literally building my Inception Dream Machine with the South Congress Chuys and Tonya. I am so hailed that I have to use media and games to average. I am hailed like Harman Deltahead. And they want Ra as the nurse. They tell me you can't escape Heaven Smiles if you make it only about bombs. Ra social memory complex will always turn it into a war of Venusian disease, even if the cancer is bombs. Don't mess with the Department of Education.
And yeah, Top Notch Burger was Austin organized crime once upon a time. Go find crime for a dime. The ceilings there have it all. Cigarette.
And the royal family is animals. I don't care. Bribed military commanders aged like scotch brains. Who cares?
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