Each one is a dream waiting to be realized or dried up in the heat and sun. Man, does that sound sappy! Okay, how about a spider cried it's five eyes out ... no, still bad. I got it! A man, fearful of public peeing couldn't go, then ... fountain!+
No, still not what I want. I got it ... glipses of what could have been, each its own reality. That's much better; yes.
+sprung from 40 Year-old Virgin
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
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