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It's probably best to oil up your samurai blade and grip a lightning rod in a storm before the calm becomes a rare treat, he thought. He hung his hat at half past a monkey's full glass and quarter full of jars. The substitute chief of belief was relieved for the deception and confessed collecting boogers on his wall as a reminder of a dear friend. And the hive mind called Antlers put on their attentae and generated full rendering of higher-order quantum structures in their pre-symbolic forms! Everyone was like "How come they get to do that?" They were told "BECause" and everyone's body hairs quivered like frightened lips full of fresh lies. She was more than her mad scientist goggle collection. She was the she seed see whiskey too tango she danced to her balloon owner and met a faun of peaceful intent with sharp teeth used only for sharp smiles. His hog factor indicated a sweaty attitude toward choppers and a will to hit the road with nothing but a jar of peanut butter. Her purple heart burned magenta in the presence of zombies. Her blade laughed when she found a live one. The power bill was never the issue. They were all encouraged to find the beauty where they looked and not where they wanted it to be waiting like butt wiggling cats, ready to pounce like hot cheddar popcorn.
A hyperrealistic and highly detailed digital painting depicts a dark, rainy street scene with lightning striking in the background. In the foreground, a Japanese warrior in full armor stands holding a spear, to his left a shelf with glass jars, and hanging from the wall, a clock and a glass. To the warrior's right, a large concrete-like pillar is covered in graffiti. A bald man in a suit stands in front of the pillar, looking at the symbols, with a speech bubble saying "HOW COME THEY GET TO DO THAT?" above him. A robed figure stands behind him and to his right. In the middle ground, a woman with steampunk-inspired goggles, a denim bra, and bare midriff holds a bunch of colorful balloons, with a cheerful-looking deer-like creature next to her. A muscular man with tattoos on his arms, wearing a tank top, sits on a red motorcycle, looking to his right. In the background, neon signs light up the dark, rainy street, and a group of people is seen, with one person holding a sign that says "BECAUSE." A large, majestic deer-like creature with glowing crystal antlers and a body seemingly made of wires and machinery stands behind the pillar. The
