Whatever it is in here, as these molecules crawl through us like a prysmatic blossoming, suddenly the words like red blue and green flags waving and laughing now.
So the two monkeys sit and crack while the giants exlplode the universe,
while nothing is happening.
It´s quiet, and the ladies are gone and the morning has left his damp imprint on the soft coves,
and the hearts beating perfect as he looks at the scenery.
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