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as usual. can fish drown? do shafts of dryness ever assail the ocean depths? were that it could, the ocean perhaps would not seem so intimidating, uniform, smothering, inevitable, set against us. am i high? high on life says the man with holy shoes. shoes with holes in them. but parts work. take the best theory you've got. a grand unified shoe. no water seeps in. if being filthy is what it takes i'd be filthy. better than borrowing stocks to sell high and return to the brokerage low while they giggle or gaggle the money to here or there. better than contracting with some doppleganger sucker for an option to sell at a price because he thinks i'm wrong and i think he's wrong. too many pieces of paper to keep track of. dryness should rain into the sea. life isn't fair. fathers say that. then they die. but fish never drown. not like we do.
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