Can it still be referred to as a hat trick even if you miss three times in a row? O, woe are the many inhabitants of this city- watch, look- as they hurry scurry rat-like through traffic lights in beetle-like vehicles. Sipping coffee, chewing toffee, laughing, talking into plastic, doing anything- anything!- but thinking. For thoughts never got anybody anywhere pretty. This may be why they recede and recline into sofa's and TV glows swilling alcoholic beverages in bedclothes- anything to numb the brain, anything to dull the pain. O! woe are the many inhabitants of the many cities existing in this seemingly infinite- unfortunately intellectually stagnate- galaxy.
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