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Stay longer and we’ll talk all night.

I look forward to the next period when conversations never need to end, laughter, brilliant realizations, the inventions of eons, all waft into the star-lit darkness like moths drawn to a searchlight.

We are tuned in now and have the apparatus – a brain – for inventive riddles and the unraveling of scientific theories.

We never rattle on about the traffic on the roads and what he said, she said, they said and did. Not often!

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There we were in the middle of Magic Motion and Magic Devotion, a seminar on future possibilities which are “readily available today”.

Easy to sign up for this monster event as it’s guaranteed to produce better results than oil and water…you can see the difference as truth floats on deception.

Or, the other way around, or the other way. It was a whirl, a frenzy of high octane positivity, optimism and unbridled confidence.

It was halo-creating quintupling of goodness and atomic enthusiasm.

Good thing that some things don’t mix.

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The supply management and international greeting companies are keen to sponsor me.

I would imagine this is obvious as the guru of Tasks-Of-Delight.

Who knows what I know, who knows what you know?

We are in debt to someone, and it feels good as it spells another opportunity to create great value with excellent results.

Just wait while I put the finishing touches on another abstract still life.

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Buckets. For everything.

And, let’s not forget loud music.

Trinkets and carrots dangled in front of beasts of burden.

But no more, now they are free and have a good home.

We are ready to start solving the errors and faults in general human behavior.

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Flowing from the chute and ringing with metallic joy, the gold coins flowed ceaselessly.

We grabbed as many as we could, pockets filled with these heavy discs, and walked sludging home to show our aunt and uncle.

They talked about dreams coming true and how much our futures were now better, paved with gold.

We went out into the street and played, as at every opportunity, with the other kids.

Soon we would be called in to do homework and then later on to eat macaroni pie.

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