choosing a point, moving with the nebular flow, saving the interference for last, letting the corpuscular masses dictate their willowy revenge,in a prudish and prudent decadence of spirit and extreme wanderlust, not knowing if your teeth were grinding in the night or is it the neighbours playing with their bulldozers, or is it some natural occurrence, a phenomena has occurred and half of the country was swallowed up, while the other half played banjo and danced over a empty hole, that had already been filled, saving their efforts for the celebration of the dead, while drinking tequila and eating worms, while time marched on and left them all to their own devices, as this and that was all part of the master plan of destiny.
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