When upon a cloud, a sheep, wolf?
When in a meadow, flowers, Tour de France?
To the cafe, knife drawer, telekinesis!
Forward, backward, tenacious appreciation of all things improbable.
Kilowatt, what do I kill, Nefarious dreams. The Egyptian pyramids are too tall.
Follow the distracted brick road. Leaves in the rain.
Stressing about one's coat yields no hooks into which one can sink.
The brain, the valleys, the wildflowers, the extra-dimensional staircases in that Futurama episode.
What fresh hell is this? This is my hell.
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