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This is a dirt pile. This is the pile of dirt you put onto your face. Your dirt face. It can't be explained. No one knows how to explain it to you. You can't explain it to anyone. You just have to do it, and you have to know that if you fail at this, then that's your fault. We'll only be here a couple of old pensioners without any gear, so piss off. The only other person I can hear is Andrew from New Zealand, who started talking to me, but I really don't hear anything except for footsteps and wind. This stuff is like a script for a silent movie. A silent movie about the sound of the wind... and a pile of dirt. I think I'll keep going. Andrew is really confident that I'm a ghost.
gpt
da fuck is this?
>kek
>it's good