I am searching for an alchemical formula that will peel back the universe like ancient and chipped paint and will let me find perfect razor edged clarity of purpose. I seek the theorem of the heart, a sting of infinite complexity that will suffer me to discern what it is that makes us so isolated. I desire to learn how to weave the tapestry of sensation, to wrap someone in a joy that immolates them in pure ecstacy.
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I fear that such a thing does not exist...
Oh weird... I took an order for a customer in St. Albert last Friday. I remember it because I kept staring at St. Albert, Alberta, thinking I'd typed it wrong.