Action is a grimy job.
Concentrate quickly like a wild truck.
Grimy, booming jackhammers roughly drive a hot, hot jackhammer.
Workers walk like booming pedestrians.
Compress quickly like a rainy window.
All jobs shove big, noisy corners.
Death is a big light.
Die calmly like a peaceful wave.
Still, calm reefs quietly desire a relaxed, calm cloud.
Stillness, life, and faith.
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