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Livin as a ghost must be nice. Wearing bow ties and eating rice. Melted like 99 balloons. Selective mutism for the mutants, Pentagrammar. "I'm turning into diamonds," Sally spoke. They were digging graves for the misbehaves. "I caught a fear fish," Adam stood beside the river Believer. Ever after there was laughter. Hex key and wicked sex. The depressed were well dressed; the repressed paid their respects. Cache or credit, the debt was of a spiritual show-off. Beneath the plastic & microchips, their insides were hollow. Chattering teeth bequeath broken bones. The golden throne was empty (or did someone like you sit in it?) They built fires with sticks, bugs blinking. Forgotten memories linger but Y served up a platter of non-attachment. To suffer in silence is divine, the kool kids told me. I'll never live past thirty, the dirty girls perfumed. There was a glorious sadness in her eyes; they said she'd seen things the world couldn't break. Cars crashed in the past while the spectators gawked. Repetition of the game where only slight changes were effected in order to bring about a scientific American.