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Give me five, maybe ten. Grass and leaves and trees and bugs and the such. When things are confused, discarded among the trash, being the life of the bugs and bees, one must wonder…why are we here? Life under rocks, sticks break stones. Bones breaks bones, immortality means forever. Ode to satire for hells sake. Lies make good walls, death by apple. Spoon torn flesh bakes well under midnight sun. Deflation mixed irony speaks to no one. All is lost in the desert of sand, ocean of water…city of people. The most beautiful is not matter as a matter of fact, but rather the ability, tragedy, and inability to think without boundaries. Tell a blind duck that’s water. Elusive as a snipe this three headed monster will lose it all in gamble. Doors close open doors. People undo people. Stakes to land uninhabitable nor understood so hated by the world. Burning bright and eternal, human nature staggers on.