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I need no glass.
I am attuned to a universal frequency. I can select the optical index of any object and manipulate it to my taste. I frequently watch public speeches, fascinated by the opacity of the air and curious luminescence of the speaker's spleen.
I have been personally nominated for the Nobel prize by a group of X-Rays. They made themselves known by writing on medical photographs of patients with fractured elbows. As a consequence, I was called before the United Nations special advisory committee on energistic life, and made to explain their preference. I had no idea why they would choose elbows, and said so.
In early autumn, I grow weary of the city life and feel the need to travel. I allow myself to be carried by army ants to the destination of my choice, and often people stare as the members of my tiny entourage struggle to carry me, lubricated by a sea of their own dead.
My cats watch, sometimes. Other times, they are buried in a non-denominational cemetary for agnostic animals. It is the only one of its kind, but cheap at the price.
I need no glass. My molecules are my own business. |
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