It will finally happen. We will be floating on our backs. The water will support us. We will become Ivory soap. Just floating around like lost green bottles with letters in them. We will talk about our crisp faces from the sun. We will breathe water when the sun is too hot. Grabbing waves as we go, there will be the ocean's chant beseting us. We will go everywhere. We will go nowhere. Predators to the seaweed, prey to the sharks. We are instant rocking chairs. It will be peace. It will be complete ochlocracy. It will finally be....life.

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