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Imagine a sea shore in your brain, pummeling rocks and leaving how many bruises on the rocks and on your head. (The Real World is a place that's better when you think about it).

The pace of donkey's feet and a real good time production of unhappiness, addition of emotional significance to moisture (everyone in the head becomes a musician and then all the musicians are you.)

How you kept this cold? When you approach a lump of clay and tell me it's an ostrich. (You are a puzzle peice like everyone else, and you can't see the big picture but you can look at individual peices and say, "What a bizarre shape! What bizarre shapes all we are! We all are! Are all we!" Jagged edges.)

"Please, animal."

I predicted what sort of creature? I predicted a stampede? I imagined a different sort of moisture, I keep thinking the town I build is underwater when it rains, I keep trying to find a way about all what sort of boxes in hands.