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Consequently, my brain has imploded. Where did the consequences come from, you ask. Ha, ha ha, I chuckle. Where? Why from the sky and the moon and the grass that smells like onions. Where do consequences grow? Between the follicles of hair And the space that separates your fingernails and epidermis. I suffer the consequences of an action-reaction Universe. Someday, an equal and opposite reaction will always mean That I get to sleep longer.