With every meal, you get some clothes to eat. A pair of pants, a shirt, maybe a bowtie with ketchup and a side of gloves. We got the ice cream with curtains.
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The trilling warble of the ice, breaking, moving, scraping against itself. It is the crack and complaint of structure giving way, of bonds twisting and sheering. Solid is an illusion in a universe that drifts and flows.