‘Nature makes me puke from my guts.’ 

‘What! tell me you are kidding me.’ 

‘Let’s wander through this transient night city once, aerosol infuriated moon light and a naked lady over the watch tower.’ 

‘What if symphonies were created between those small alleys of hand crafted mysteries.’  

‘Where would I feel my next sentence if there wasn’t that surreal booze store open and standing by there some girls hiding the obnoxious explorer behind the sultry make up.’ 

‘But man it’s nature…i mean a orangle peel like sunset, conspiracies of rain, jamming between the ocean and the mountain ego within.’ 

‘You don’t realize my friend, you are no less a nature to me than a translucent mountain .’ 

‘Holly shit did I use that adjective?’ 

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