Syd on acid

I met syd on acid staring at a piece of
mice who were stuck in a cube made of ice
cream and couldn't get to the cheese left on the floor by cleese
three days ago

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This is a jigsaw

a) falling into place
b) blown apart

I've just had a row with a printing machine. Actually I've written the previous sentence a few days ago. And I still don't know why Vlad & Re-wired are exactly of the same lenght / ganz konkret 4.44

Normality is the first step to madness.

When you ask people about their memories, they often talk as though they were material possessions, enduring representations of the past to be carefully guarded and deeply cherished. But this view of memory is quite wrong. Memories are not filed away in the brain like so many video cassettes, to be slotted in and played when it's time to recall the past. Sci-fi and fantasy fictions might try to persuade us otherwise, but memories are not discrete entities that can be taken out of one person's head, Dumbledore-style, and distilled for someone else's viewing. They are mental reconstructions, nifty multimedia collages of how things were, that are shaped by how things are now. Autobiographical memories are stitched together as and when they are needed from information stored in many different neural systems. That makes them curiously susceptible to distortion, and often not nearly as reliable as we would like.  -- link

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This is psychosis.