Of course the people in the metro didn’t see a thing!…what a joke! petrified ratlets! but they’ll still come out to refute me! make claims!…that nothing got bombed!…squished! powdered! that the firmament was calm, and me, I imagined the whole thing! chrysanthemums, sprays, roses! why, there’s no more any such thing as sky-hooking shrapnel than there is anal ice cream! it’s all in my mind! hallucinations and bullshit! what a crook! but I repeat and reassert! shrapnel and fiery lace stretched from one end of the horizon to the other! with lots of glow-worms mixed in…and dancing purple fireflies…

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