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Complementary macadamia nuts - oh, and orange juice
At whim.
Bulk mail - very true
Brawny and plethoric mail, more like it.
3rd class - where is Marx when we
Need him?  Non-profit mail.  Synthesis mail - synthetic?  Envelopes of the World, Unite!?!
Oh.
Hm.
Parcel post.  Packages, brown paper, all tied up with strings.
Free samples of cereal - "try this, please".
Rushing about with priority, and UPS, and FedEx... ... Hurry Up!
We are going to be late!  Ack!
Late for an important date with... ...
The Divinity.  God?  Is that you?
The red phone to Paradise.
It's in a book, just take a look.

I dream that I am on a raft in the middle of an
Ocean.  I thirst for, for water?
The Ocean is deep, oh is it ever deep, but a song lodges itself into my head
In the method of Muzak, pumped through IV lines into my veins:
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
Am I ever
Thirsty for which I am ever so thirsty.
I cannot have it, though!
There is too much!
There is not enough!
That I might be in the cold, dark, silent, static world of the
Fish!



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