I must be dreaming, he thought. The flowers looked psychedelic. The grass a greener shade of green. The clouds fluffy as they can be. The birds cooing the sweetest songs. Even the sewer he lay was stinking differently. Look at that fool, someone shouted. Soon, a crowd formed around him. He smiled... for him nothing mattered as long as he was the center of attraction.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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