Compleat Modular Story
It was a day / night like/unlike any other, the sky was crying / with brilliant moonlight on the river/desert/mountain. Who would not be elated / plunged into gravest despair on seeing / imagining / trying to ignore the shoes of gloomy pedestrian motobilic hyperactive / overmedicated / comatose subway riders / gang boiz / derelicts of utter destitution? Champagne flowed in the luxe hotel suites. While church bells chime, pool balls click in the beery barroom & all is quiet on the Western Front. Was it Paradise or that other place? I still can't tell.
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