"I need to destroy you one more time."
"The girl who does cartwheels does the vases." 
      The smell of effigies
      signals chaos, entropy
      Systems revolve,
      turn independent,
      turn unrestricted, 
      turn to confusion. 
      Order collapses
      in cosmic collisions and
      the truth is revealed
      amid random destruction. 
Q: "What are those little yellow pills called?"
A: "Speed." 
-: "( ! )"
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