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Knowledge passed down through generations far removed leads us not to believe in divinity and the sanctity of pure thought, but instead begs the question:
Why did I need to dress as a bat to fight crime? The police seemed to be quite effective wearing just their blue uniforms. I'm sure one or two of them fell down a batcave in their youth and didn't feel the need to
apologize because, after all, I didn't feel I'd done anything wrong.
yet when I think of myself, only sad thoughts prevail
so think happy thoughts and you will be able to fly away from here and go so far that only the eyes will see are grape vines
and crabwalking lobstermen at the periphery of vision. I crack open my head to look what's inside. Decay. Cerebral juices dried up, and gloppy chunks of rotten matter atrickle through fingers. I'm pretty much done for.
