He steps outside of his putty house and stares at the midnight sun; catches flurries of pastel colored barnacles on his tongue.   Candy-coated cigarettes, puffed in rings of lavender scented mist toward the stars.   The humans make their way through slush and liquid concrete. Golf cart garbage men slip between alleys and nail…

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