Cerebral Confines
Ne Plus Ultra

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I think that's it,
boys and girls...

I have reached the summit,
conquered the delusions,
devoured by the pinnacle,
hit the absolute ceiling...

I cannot get any more high.

No more how much fear,
sadness,
hate,
hunger,
envy,
lust,
burns in my heart soul and mind,
I can honestly say,
I can fit
Not one narcotic more.

I have reached that utopia.

Utopia?
Dystopia?
Fruitopia?

Ne plus ultra.

I have discovered my highest point.


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