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August is ungenerous, I am ungenerous; I do not like to think in seasons but I must think in seasons; seasons seem a first illusion, like Night and Day; which is to say we must do things in a Day and do things in a Night; a great blast of plasma is headed toward the Earth; I am silly and twice-absolved; I am ludicrous and full of holes; I am in the rain & on fire & fully ionized; I am only there when I am a polytheist & a polyamorist & a druid with a lightning rod; bendiceme, bendiceme...

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In other news, on the last futurama they had a beer and watched the end of the universe and I was so there.