I learned the secret of serenity by waterboarding daffodils. My Buddha is landfill. My mantra choked from a bluebird's neck. It's ruthless, the pursuit of happiness. Eighteen seconds have elapsed. My happiness is twice your size, gold-chained to the lamppost. It strains its waistcoat as it grows. Flog a sunbeam, harness a cloud. You should be feeling…
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