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Some people's faces are stupid. Like when they put on loads of make-up even though you can see they're only doing it because otherwise they'd have all spots and stuff. So this poem is about how with people who aren't stupid, their faces are so good you can literally actually have a journey that goes across them. And the reason you can is that the militay made this machine that goes really small with quarks and they use it for germ warfare but ON THEIR OWN PEOPLE and it's like mind control and people put it on their own faces without the military even having to make them because it's sold as MAKE-UP and they're all such stupid drones and they do germ warfare on themselves and make it impossible to have that journey, which is the journey of ultimate eternal truth.
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