Take the bus, not the rocket to lust, a must amid all the humanoids, devoid of sentient reasonability; an illiteracy along with the falsity of chance being enhanced as our candle burns out; doubt being problematic in the equation of life’s frustrating query. I would be leery even if the truth were avowed, as I stand proud on the eve of judgment; a dollar never being spent on the gamble to the preamble. Ain’t nothin nice or funny as our eyes witnesses the demise; to know anything, in this life, that will ever make any sense to the nonsense is to:
“Always follow the money!”
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