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#@&&§;~^,,                                          ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,                                          ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,             ###~         ~###            ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,            #               #             ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,            # Tele Migraine #             ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,            #               #             ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,            ###~         ~###             ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,                                          ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   The So Called "Third Migraine". It'S   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Like A Regular Migraine But It Does Not ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   Hurt There'S No Pain, The Cosmos Is    ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,     There And It'S Draining The Evil     ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,        Straight Out Of The Wound.        ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,                                          ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   It'S Massaging Your Temples, Piercing  ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  You, Entering Your Blood, Cracking The  ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   Skull Open. A Paw Grips Your Brain,    ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,   Plays With It, Pulls It Out Into The   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,                  Cosmos.                 ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,      There'S CometS! Space Oddities.     ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,   Solitary Oscillations. Carrier Wave.   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,, Burned Away By The SunS Radiation Until  ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,     Only The Faintest Trace Remain,      ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   Eventually Caught In The Gravity Well  ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,     Of Some Second Rate Water Planet.    ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,                                          ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,             It'S Raining Sap.            ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,       We'Re Getting Sweet And Wet        ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,                                          ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,             ###~         ~###            ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,                                          ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   My Lunch Break Is Over And I Need To   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,   Get Back To The Shop. Lynne Is There   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,  Alone And Hasn'T Eaten Yet. I Take The  ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Back Route Up From The Beach To Avoid   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   The Crowd. Sing A Little To Myself.    ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,  Life Gets To Prosper Outside Of,@;~~~ - ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,   Suddenly, An Acid Flashback: I Step    ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   Down In My Mind (Like An Open Mind /   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,   Fractal Stinger / Bismuth Staircase)   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   And Wade In Shadows... Surrounded By   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,            Memory Negatives,             ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,         Like Uprocessed Film....         ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,             ###~         ~###            ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,  We'Re Closing For The Evening. The Shop ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,    Is In The Bottom Floor Of A Narrow    ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,    Mudbrick Building, Painted Teal. We   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Live On The Second Floor, Together With ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,     The Owner. As I Close The Metal      ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,    Curtain, Behind Its Characteristic    ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,       Sharp Rattling I Can Hear The      ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,              Curfew Sirens.              ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,                                          ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,   Wormy Street Wolves Outside, Chasing   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,     Entrances In The Dark Alleyways,     ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Wanting In, Getting Desperate, Lapsing  ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,, To Search Higher, On Roofs, Climbing On  ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Balconies. And There'S Bound To Be Some ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,   Reckless Tourist Who Didn'T Heed The   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Warnings, Never Closed Their Windows... ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,                                          ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Or, In Some Cases, The Houseowner Had   ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,    The Window Bolts Weakened, And When   ,,^~;§&&@#
##@&&§;~^,  Cleaning Up The Aftermath Would Pocket  ,^~;§&&@##
#@&&§;~^,,             Their Belongings.            ,,^~;§&&@#
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#@&&§;~^,,                                          ,,^~;§&&@#
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