The orange from behind those rolling grey clouds conceals a planetarium roof. See it curve across horizons, hear the eerie silence of a world constructed to reveal itself to you. A world uncovered and obscene, it means nothing to me. Find a way around their answers and their understandings. So let's stain the glasses red and look out the lenses at some beautiful master plan. But that giant hand's too clumsy, it could never touch me, and it fingerpaints a masterpiece so pasteurized and ugly. A world uncovered and obscene, it means nothing to me. Somewhere there's something unsolvable and fascinating.
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