In short, I dream that I, Kanye West and the spirit of Nikola Tesla have developed an algorithm to solve any problems in the universe. There is such a function. We tried it on the creation of a conceptual God and almost broke the universe, but the algorithm was working, with protection against it and it all worked out. When I finished algorithming the process and started compilation, I tried to remember the formula, I know I'm sleeping and I need to remember when I wake up. But Tesla grabbed me and told me not to repeat his mistakes, the world is not ready! I push him, I shout at Kanye, that he may help the world, so pathetically, to decide whether he is ready or not. The wind in the haru, I try to disassemble the formula and remember. Kanye cries for exorcism on the car, but Tesla strikes it, then runs into me and tears me out of sleep. I open my eyes, I try to remember the algorithm and I understand that the nifiga doesn’t work. I think you’re a fool, Tesla, and you’re going to get rid of it. Here is this.
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I wonder what Kanye dreamed today. It would be fun if I was looking forward to a new track on the autotune on the subject of exorcism.