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takes in the rays
qualifies the ideas
deals out the directions
tunnels back into young grounds
clings to the coatrack
crawls underneath the table
plugs in the dead cord
stomps on the aquarium
leaps out the open window
rolls in the itchy grass
lights a cigarette
catches the bus
goes to the center of the world
inspects the underbelly of consciousness
slips out into the ocean
hops onto an eye-popping whale
rejects the hypothesis
returns to shore
lays out a 6-course plan
molds cubes of sand
de-orchestrates the incoming gusts
closes his eyes
visualizes four types of heat
waits for days
condenses into a ball of white_light
remains silent
travels to the midwest
lands in a well
the farmer sleeping lightly next to his wife, rises to the benevolent droning of the roosters and proceeds into the morning activities that have shaped his identity for a lifetime of good health...
"the water looks to be gotten rid of that sulfur smell."
"that seemed so myself. it's peculiar."
little did they know, the evicer had wandered into an evidence of itself so apparent to those unfamiliar with its actions, but yet aware of its effects, that it'd have no consolation for the hope of truly being solitary and invisible. it was just a simple mistake and disappointment would be selfish. the act was more important than the result anyway, it had always been that way.
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