A car full of singing Bohemians passed me on my way home from
Thursday night BINGO. As they approached, my ears felt the wrath of their
peircing wails. I looked over in sudden anger, hoping that I could understand
their obsene pecularity. But I realized that there was no hope
of me or anyone else achieving that. My pre-conditioned mind
was unable to comprehend their actions and I realized that everyone elses' was too; a thought that
could clearly cause insanity according to society's standards. So, instead I
allowed my mind to clear and filled it with thoughts of ponchos.
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