WATER TOWER THE GUARDIAN THE EYE THE ROOFTOP'S FOREMAN THE KING.
HEIGHT DIVINE RULE A LADDER IF THE DARE PRESENTS. REMINDER OF THE
MERE OF ME. SPECKLED SCATTERED TRASH DUST SMOG THE NEW OXYGEN
EVOLVED MACHINES BREATH FACTORIED FUMES LIKE ELECTROLYTES THE
BODY'S ONLY DESIRE. I, A TYPER TYPIST. TIGHTEST POSTURE FINGERS AND
HANDS PERCHED (no please) AND FEET FLAT ON FLOOR MRS. HARRISON YOU
ROTTON OLD BAG YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOUVE DONE OR WHO YOU WERE
WORKING FOR. 95 WPM. WATER TOWER OF A COMP-YOU-TIST. I'VE GROWN
A SIAMESE TWIN WITH THE REST OF THE KIDS. OUR MEMORIES ARE
BACKED, SAVED, AND INSURED.
WE'VE GONE WIRELESS BUT IT'S NOT THE WIRES THAT BIND US.
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