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I am now going to count a number of words. The only meaning that can be prescribed for this conundrum is to pronounce judgement on the works of fiction with which we surround ourselves. The number of words is also equal to the number of parts in the whole orchestra. But the orchestra has fewer parts than the word parts. Additionally, peanuts have the same parts as the orchestords’ calculus.
The end is very nearly the beginning, if you don’t count all the stops in between and the fire that rages on inside each of our minds. “Deltoids have faces too,” they say, but they are wrong. However, the fire and the deltoids do have one thing in common. They are both imaginary synchronizations and simulacra of the modern age.
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