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Oh, what an idea the lightbulb was, blinking in the 暗い, using power previously assigned to hair that stood straight up, which now is used to keep the 暗い away, and forever after will be used as a サイン in the comics for a good idea, cling, blink, suddenly appearing in your 頭 and also halfway into the 空気 in the 形 of a lit bulb. Here, someone is in the bulb, a sort of foetal after-thought coming into the 世界 in the 形 of a person, pressing to be born against the fragile sides of the imaginary グラス lightbulb somewhat strangely hanging in the middle of the 空気 above your 空気, not held up there by a wire or other support or power source. The man having this thought and other thoughts has his hair slicked back and a 一対 of 影（複） under his 目（複）. the power of his thoughts are being sucked out of his 頭 and up through his hair by the power of mourning, which has brought him here to the medium's studio in mid-afternoon. It tires him. |
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