among the hills of chamomile and the hills of heather under which the romeos and desdemonas were buried, for ages of rough windy weather there lived a seasoned comedy troupe skilled at praising heavens for their able mouths for the faint promise of power as long as the air is filled with words with well rehearsed lines and plentiful laughs [ never wonder why any words of truth in this neighborhood can only fall like dry chickpeas on a tin roof of a doghouse where a family of blind chihuahuas lives of course, there will be much barking ] the comedy troupe performed daily in the amphitheater in the valley where the audience was accommodated in a mile long, double-sided sofa encircling the stage the sofa's comfort was made entirely of everything ever swept under the rugs by the law enforcement impersonators who bet their lives on secrecy and yet unknowingly expected a rain of silver bullets releasing t...
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