Designer: Manikka
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Maybe our minds are capable of keeping things hidden from the rest of our consciousness. Let's assume, for example, that there is a small, secluded room right at the very tip of the medulla oblongata (because it's the funniest part to say), kept under lock and key by a tiny man in a purple top hat that is three sizes too big for his head (because I like top hats). Let's say this man's name is Piedro, and he and his purple top hat have been making rounds, collecting little scraps of memories and dreams that you could do without, ever since that fateful day you'd been conceived and drowned in your mother's womb. Maybe Piedro thinks we can all do without those insane, bloody memories of being forced out of some one's vagina and slapped on our asses; maybe he thinks we need to remember things like our first heartbreak instead of the time we fell off our bikes and hit our heads on the pavement. I think he conspires with alcohol and Alzheimer's, and I hate how he occasionally steals our crammed TE reviews and leaves us with searing images of red X's and horrible marks.
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