Everyone knows that canyon wrens never venture east of Texas.
Madness string 897
Sweet sleep! Enshroud me in thine fogencumbered wreath. Oh! To forget the world, and all of its dealings! Sleep, here I present myself to worship you. Come quickly, sweet Nemesis, I beg of you.
The mind is trained to discern patterns: numbers, words, and faces... patterns. This is powerful for aiding social interaction, but when faced with oddities it will only cause pain. How does one un-train the mind?