"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." Elie Wiese feigning oblivion to sprawled lifeless lumber, fallen, felled Our limbs loft rigidly erect proud, aloof, upstanding we gaze skyward, haughtily avoid awkward vista of wretch stretched uncouthly oozing sap solution over our exclusive deep-pile carpet If anyone asks... we heard Nothing.
( If a tree fell in the forest and everyone pretended not to notice, would it make a sound? Are bears catholic? Does the pope shit in the woods? )
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