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RE: The morality squad is doing shots again
Ignited by the power of narrative, life-balm lives on in the spores that sprout in rings around the statue of The Actual Ox. Citizens gather there and quaff their thirsts and become loquacious.
Quotations from my thesis spread gangrenous through the populace, roostering on the handlebars of tenspeeds, careening through the Owl’s echolocation matrix; music to its own ears.
In the park, on its pedestal, the statue of the Actual Ox has an ear cocked towards the prayer circle, made mandatory following the purification laws, complete with design flaws, devised by Chief Francesco Manta.