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5 senses cannot sense the fact of our existence and that’s the only fact, in fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and I’ll telegram a hologram, a telephone the son of man and tell him he is done, leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none, God and I are one, times moon, times star, times sun, the factor is me, you remember me, I slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks...--Saul Williams
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