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In Private I'm Not. You Will Have To Ask My Wife. She Maintains I'm A Fluffy Husband.

I Believe The Common Denominator Of The Universe Is Not Harmony, But Chaos, Hostility And Murder.

Tourism Is Sin, And Travel On Foot Virtue.

Meanwhile It's Got Stormy, The Tattered Fog Even Thicker, Chasing Across My Path. Three People Are Sitting In A Glassy Tourist Cafe Between Clouds And Clouds, Protected By Glass From All Sides. Since I Don't See Any Waiters, It Crosses My Mind That Corpses Have Been Sitting There For Weeks, Statuesque. All This Time The Cafe Has Been Unattended, For Sure. Just How Long Have They Been Sitting Here, Petrified Like This?

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