$or    In the last analysis, when it comes down to taking charge of a

political, economic, or military situation, the only thing that can be done is to pray for guidance from your cock.    Your cocks knows.    It is all-knowing.    Believe it.

$           And besides, there is no cock but cock.

$            Eventually, though we tire of hearing this and leave for the dance club.

$            But what is to be made of the waters that flow uphill in defiance of all the rules of gravity, the hookers who parade up and down looking behind and down at their asses, the smoke curling from the fires set by anarchists?

$            We recede into the distance.

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