'Yeah, maybe, but what about Strawberry fields, you can't just dismiss it as weirdness. It's not as weird as some of their stuff. Besides, Imagine wasn't even the Beatles, it was just John. Hah, so I win.' She gulped down the last dregs of some liver destroying drink and burped quietly.
'Ok, I choose,' her companion thought for a minute, 'Lucy in the sky, beat that.'
'What's so great about it, where's the lyricism, the genius, you've just got looking glass porters with plasticine ties.'
'Other way round actually.'
'Oh, is it?' quietly. 'Yeah,' loudly, 'I know it is, that's my point, the order is irrelevant, it's just surreal. Now Strawberry Fields, that has a point.' She checked to see if her sister was listening. She wasn't; her head on the pillow, alseep. She covered her. 'Big sis, I tell you, nothing is real... nothing is real...'
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