In the future, I will be sitting under a coconut tree. A coconut will fall upon me, I will smile, scalp the coconut, and drink its milk. I will have made nourishment from pain.
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In the future I will be sitting under a dogwood tree. A dog will fall upon me. I will smile, pick up the dog by the scruff of her neck, and let her lick me to death. I will have made nourishment from pain.
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