This is the cost of going under. They say the Heat will win. I go reckless. Take on
rooting interests. Share them. Alas, we are not smiling. In fact, some can
no longer find purity anywhere. Instead, we trace the edges of the
atmosphere with a collective finger. And taste it. And then, trace
the edges of the avant-garde with that finger. Then, the edges of our bodies.
And then, we cut off the finger.
All material is the same, so squish it all up into a tight little ball, and see
what happens. We will have cake to feed the party.
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