Stray thoughts ricochet like errant bullets, careening wildly as they strike unintended ideas and rip deeply into ill-formed concepts. Moustache wax becomes mustard gas and candles become combustibles. A thousand tiny copper wires wrapped around one another share a spark intended for a light bulb. It’s enough to make me want to stop thinking, but I won’t.
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