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in this opaque, abyssal cloud without substance that mirrors the mind in days passed... ...those old ties to beliefs that there might be realities other than what is set in stone by hands constrained by arrogant brains, they snap and extinguish like a butane lighter at the corner of the eye. unbidden. flirting. if we possess abilities that wander from an "as-seen-on-reality-TV" destiny, the grey areas of further suggestion offer feeble insight. for me, at least. for instance: Phaenomenon 1: Whenever my bladder reaches bursting proportions, that's when the ladies in the clean-up crew will be attending to the Gentlemens Room. Phaenomenon 2: At that point when the checking account is at its absolute lowest, precluding, say, ramen as a dietary choice, that is also the time that the pre-ordered GirlScoutCookies will arrive. a dicey connection, but. |
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