going through a world of sad debris,regard quixoitic reveries of
ownership: the blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
the ancient western treadmill of deception and derision. but i want
something more.racing through a life of tragic wastage, i experience
the loss of trust and innocence. the billowing cyclone of time has
blown away our reasons as we trudge like blind men forward trying to
avoid collision. but i want something... more.
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