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Bacteria

 The horde manages. In querulous crowd each bacterium rattles swords as a function of ruction. Ruction brings the bear of action. Bacteria has stuff to do and do this in the present listing pressure to do. Ready to inflame but not entirely negative presences, bacteria gather momentum. Like you and your tidal dreams, bacteria think prosperity at every moment. The think mind expands to giddy unlimited and frack (wrenches the rock). Universes are for filling. The candy of delight motivates the heated action. Tears cannot quench. A star, a star hangs proper in the sky forever while you witness. You are the energy you eat.


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