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all of these can be made into little paper cranes that float along the gutter in sloshes of rain to the nearest grill where, upon falling, find a descent into a dark murky depth that a child has never dreamt. travels do not end here, but this is where they are lost from our sight and forgotten. the people of times past - sitting, whithering, in death's waiting room. i have seen it. i have visited it. oh yes it has visiting hours. just before tea. where audrey hepburn and stuart are on screen all day. even alice has her day. reminding themselves of a time when shoes could be shined and respected, while top hats were donned and adored. the days when fashion made sense and you could leave you front door unlocked without fear. what was fear when men ruled the earth; when you could have all the kitchen appliances you wanted, alongside the drug of choice. be it cocaine, methodine, marjuania or the new party pills - people knew how to have a good time, and the music played while conversation flowed. none of that body jarring, thought hating neothanlandic punch that blares from new fangle dangled PA systems that were so eighties but now with a new coat of black are so in with the times. with a decent intoxication of alcohol any dingy place with the music turned up loud enough can pass itself off as a high class dance club and therefore justify pricing the alcohol they serve as close to the weight of gold for the day as possible. it is no wonder off licence liquor premises close so early these days. look at the advantages of overprices alcohol. not only do certain investors gain benefits from the arrangements but a moral high ground can be taken on the view that their may be a crackdown on alcoholism and the selling of liquor to intoxicated people. who really enjoys the taste of alcohol anyways. most people mix it with enough sweetener to kill a goat. ye gods if the alcohol doesnt kill your liver than the sugars will.