An idiot could never call me a nobody

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I had returned to my apartment in the afternoon  
A cup of tea started shaping my loss of subjectivity  
Stevie Wonder's music pervaded my living room  
*Fulfillingness’ First Finale*  affecting ballads and soul workouts  
 
The third quarter of the 20th century ... was ...  falling apart  
My memories have been making me earn my way to heaven since then  
The world could only make a world of sense to itself  
Because major things always happen  
 
I was not a genius...  
But I would have loved being an idiot  
An idiot is not afraid to look like an idiot    
An idiot is never ashamed to be a total idiot  
Now I am a nobody trying to be a philosopher or a thinker  
Am I in touch with a deep cover agent and his entourage of nobodys ?  
 
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