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I am so easily swayed and convinced to engage in casual splurges and wanton expenditures of fancy drooling over a beautiful arrangement of genetic engineering, collisions of light and mind made inviolable in the current presentation as bone skin and blood caught in Indras net suspended in time that I often dream about their beauty never relinquishing to the ravages of entropy like the bitter tips of lemon and lime as the best tasting memory that is encased and cold in the deepest well that bends night into sun light restoring passion to a passionless mind. Oh the joy of the Creator. Giving us faces was a plan well put together.

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