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The Gateless Gate

Right out of the gate the world grows eyes on the inside of time. A banana tree as tall as an eyelash bears bunches of fat yellow legs, clusters of pendular legs are called hands. Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind. Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes, or ponder too much on tarantulas and small venomous snakes. Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain can be hard work if you’re not used to it. nevertheless, raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life. After much rehabilitation and recover feel free to postulate that life seems much longer than it really is. Most mature bananas are about the same length, this simple observation alone will make you unrecyclable forever.

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