A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits for a longtime to be over.
It is easier for a rock in a garden than a man inside his mother. He decided to be a rock when he got outside.
A rock asks only what is a rock.
A rock waits to be a rock.
A rock is a longtime waiting for a longtime to be over so that it may turn and go the other way.
A rock awakens into a man. A man looks. A man sleeps back into a rock as it is better for a rock in a garden than a man inside himself trembling in red darkness.
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