User:BT
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Who am I? Am I the sleeper with a frown? Or am I an interloper with a roving band, bearing scalpels and linear instruction? Who's to say? Everything in the world is truth and the lies are eye to eye. To remove confusion is to slash those eyes. The powdered hand is the form of an idea that can finally turn on itself. It's every philosopher's deepest dream: silence — a drunken sleep on the beach.
