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Stroszek 1977
The misery of false happiness, which is itself misery. An unhappiness that has no name, that cannot be distinguished from the genuine, by virtue of illiteracy ignorance unimaginativity lack of touch and lack of living. Cut to zero! Invisible unvisited desolate, the soulscapes, my friends, my friends, my friends
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