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Muttering faces covered in paint is what I see in front of me. That disgusting, chipped sort of paint that looks suitable only for old, neglected house-walls or backyard fences. At second glance, I see.

Overall, my overalls fit me well. Well, not the kind of fit that is typical for overalls. The pockets were not nearly as high as they were supposed to be (an omen of bad luck) and the straps hung lose at the shoulders. What a horrible fit.

My compassion is your compassion. That is to say, I'm sharing this thing called compassion with you; not that my compassion IS yours. You have your own, and I also have my own. But there is a tiny bit of overlap. A compassion Venn Diagram is usually the best method to sort out our feelings.

We, and by "we" I mean the collective group of people in our current party, all should take caution during this escapade. You could suppose that danger will present itself ahead. You will be right. You could suppose that that supposition is wrong. But that wouldn't keep you safe, would it?

The jury was wrong by far. They had no evidence! Why conclude such things about a poor, innocent, young (and innocent) victim! Had they no respect for the judicial system or any moral obligations at all? How could they? Evidence is the most fundamental thing in the universe.

One way streets are never valuable. This avenue is worth a thousand dollars...if you travel it correctly. Only these avenues are sacred. Travel these and your wishes shall be granted. If you don't, you will never see what is on the other end. Many one way signs are just tricks of the mind.

Boats floating and hovering above iced waters. Rippling lines, concentric and never faltering from predestined paths. Smooth sailing, sinking into relief, sailing, sailing to a world unknown.

If the thread count isn't great enough, then I won't have a good enough sleep tonight. If I don't have a good enough sleep tonight, then I will be cranky tomorrow. If I am cranky tomorrow, then I will spill my coffee in frustration. If I spill my coffee in frustration, then I will burn my pants. If I burn my pants, the world will end. If the thread count isn't great enough, then the world will end.

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You're near me, and yet I can't even see you. I guess that's the downside to being blind. You're far away (so distant) and yet I become hopeful that you're near. I guess that's another downside to being blind. Being able to visualize things other people can't imagine, truly knowing reality, unbiased from "visual" reality...I guess that's the upside to being blind.

The answers don't stem from any question, nor do they relate to the present discussion. The officer gave the inmate a bewildered look, then drank a gulp of tonic from his glass. The rattle of the ice made the inmate shake with what appeared to be fear, as if that sound answered his most dreaded question.

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