I must run, grow feet and run and run and run, right now I have these fins, fine for swimming complacently around this tepid pool of convenience, this sea of traps, the bright neon lights, the sounds of rows of slot machines, that open fifth musical interval hypnotizing the stunned and blinded tourist, like a snakecharmer would do to a clueless
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