I think, therefore I’m scared. I’m not scared. I mean scared scared. Cats never think when they jump from a seventh floor. I never do it when I go to my bathroom anymore. What could happend? My flatmate just told me that last year they found a one meter long snake on the toilet of our house. That she escaped from the pet shop next to our building. And slithered up to the toilet of the first floor of the number 29 of the street. Up to the same toilet I pee every morning. And now the light has blown. And I have to pee, without light and without thinking. Have you ever tried to pee without thinking? And if you can’t think when you’re peing, can you pee? Well, fear makes you pee. But fear is a consequence of thinking; I think.
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think about the fight of two snakes, wich one will win? the tiny or the huge one?