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Let us affix our proverbial gaze upon that which never promises to be undying and overcome the afflictions that belittle us to the level of the common housefly. Up, I say, to the valley where we shall frolic in the blossoms of our own acrid fecundity, all-too-rare specimens in the garden of overt waste management. Watch as the dumptrucks line up to fill in the gaps in our vision of utopia. See the unchosen one with arms outstretched to the suffocating masses who subsist on the raw inner workings of this bacterial symphony. Shovel load after shovel load, until the entire earth has been set upon itself, yet we remain beside ourselves on the outside looking in, never questioning the answers which spring lifeless from this contaminated soil. Expendable and plentiful, behold the latest biofuel to churn the machine: The human being.
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