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The point of writing. The point of living. I make an explosion. The world of cities. Tall towers. Fires in the sky. Night lights for adults wearing diapers, drooling syrup. Tall, long haired ladies and gentlemen fall out of windows thousands of feet above the earth, arms and legs flapping against the wind. Black clothes, black hair, black wind. Share our lives. Laser pulleys


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