Giant chessboards, drawn out majestically, flanked by space-ships
filled with steaming hot rice, would get pushed into the debris of the occult fantasies
of the mind tommorow. Cynicism is a natural
progression from disillusionment. This time exists and used to exist before and
may come to exist again. Whimper. I
heard the word today. Go out with a whimper is what it brings to mind.
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