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These Many Vibrant Rashes of Sanity |
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Accuracy became a large part of the mother in a nearby home's game of
twitchy yo yo tossing. Other realities were formed by virtue of it. A
cloud and crowd of newborns stood in sublime agreement at the
spectacular spectacle of the melodious, hypnotically demonic flight of
the yo yo. Life on earth remained strange and generally faded to blank
expressions on dark walls and empty window frames filled by stained
glass of otherworldly origin. Nothing seemed correct and these many
vibrant rashes of sanity in a land of the dead deader and subtly dying.
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Somewhere in a village, there was a fire, a flight, and a wreck.