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But if it does, know that a stone thrown into the infinite will land right back in your hand. Lionel Tate is not your husband and C. Rupes thought his phone was an alarm. Surrender. Ride the whole whip. Carthage, like everything else, was eventually destroyed in the summer of love. I had the most fantastic dream involving scientists, porpoises, a concrete/lakeside deck, and the biggest damn bathroom I have ever seen -- so hazy in its dreamtone that it lasted throughout an attempted murder (alarm clock) and a warm shower. It broke when it was mauled by some reggaeton on 104th street. Nothing lasts. Pavement must also be retouched from time to time. The infinite has no end. But it most certainly has a beginning.

"What does a blind man see? (...) Black."
-- PS14 parking lot attendant, second shift on any given night