Okay, I promise you this is the second to last time I will mention this sentence; I hate to interrupt this alternate universe you've wandered into.
Except, maybe the correct word is not "alternate".
Maybe it is "parallel".
What do I mean by "parallel", do you ask?
Well the correct definition of "parallel" is; Extending in the same direction, everywhere equidistant.
Now, you all should have gotten wind to what my life is made of.
My life is a mixture of twists, turns, roundabouts, bends, and lines.
But not just parallel lines. I'm referring to every line ever invented.
Parallel lines, diagonal lines, straight lines, horizontal lines, and every other kind of line you can imagine.
My life has also gone in many different "ways".
"Ways", meaning up ways, down ways, sideways, longways, loop ways, and every way ever invented.
It's like the glass elevator in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, except it is explained as going; "Up and down, sideways, slantways, and any other way you can think of".
I have officially Tripped Into A Parallel Universe.
Two lines are next to each other.
My old life.
My new life.
Side by side.
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Hallucinations (rewriting post-physical publication)
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