I ran through a wood. There were alleys of flowers, soft tears dripped from the gothic detail of the canopy. Merciful colour against the oppressive greens. My feet found tread amongst the fractal forest floor, skipping over the decayed and the newly emerged. I had gotten a little bit too excited and was soon panting. I began to wonder what I would
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How did I get from Sydney to Oxford in order to witness this event? FART POWER!
Not true. Anyway. The above story is epic and somebody should make a comic of it.
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