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contemplating madness on a soapstone background wild is the wind past priceless solitude to hunger is moist fixture a break in tether teeters to tend tattered rags feature virtue basined and round a collossal constantant gagged and bound living is a long list test struggling for priority bordering the most precipitous motivation of a mortal coil lilac season overfortnight fecund immoral forgo the pacifier and love as tender as you want your pasta for there is beauty and truth in all one just has to be willing to see it [i may not have faith in humanity but i do hope for them]