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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-10-31 | | Drunken Clouds On the face of the Truth listen to what my friend says: gravity doesnât exist, that the Universe only sucks. To his point of view I may agree in terms of science; heavy particles fall down lighter fines whiz up Crystal wine may evaporate and turn into drunken clouds leaving the coarse lees behind; when the end comes near the feathery-light soul flutters to take a leap into the sky leaving the dense body behind until it rots and turns into dust and is finally sucked into the Unknown!
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