"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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