In our most vivid dreams we stare into the vastness of why we create and question it all. Unbridled talent being held down with the chains of life, begging for just one chance. When brute strength and shear brawn is broken it leads to one path. A path down the road of pure exhaustion and failure. It is here where we must take all the negativity around us and see life through the eyes of cartoony colored glasses. It is here where we must depend on our spirit animal, our inner Gorilla or Voodoo Bunny. Sometimes all we have left to fight the good fight is pure Animal Instincts.
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