Outside it's cold and raining but I'm numbed up in this future green chair like an ancient king!
Only the perfectest teeth are good enough for my mouth! Every one of us sovereign of each other, for each other.
Build me, magic man. The petty money son of a god needs chompers like the giraffe needs a scarf.
These pods we increasingly dwell grow curiouser and curiouser.
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