Points for whoever knows the famous philosopher that said "The poet is dead." Well, actually, the poet died at Auschwitz, but you get the idea.
In other news, I'm painfully oblivious to what's happening around me. Honestly, I woke up from a dream last night and wondered, "WTF?" until I realized I was dreaming actual scenes from my day and I couldn't figure out the context of anything. Life without context is exceptionally strange.
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