Adonis in red, his head in his hands
struggling to understand the headlines - (his mind too cluttered with deadlines) instead finds solace in the abolishment of the state and as politics inflates, he waits. Aphrodite sighed, the crowds outside cried in fury, a century of thought left to a jury of peers near close to madness - those that practice rhetorical prayer just to discuss the surreptitious affair between the tortoise and a hare. Apollo followed the flames and complaints that engulfed the streets completely, - discretly he walked through empty alleys though sadly no one told him what to unlearn or how to return to normal. Atlas Shrugged.
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