What is the morning?
A beginning?
A prelude?
An opening night?
That doesn't make sense.
Night and morning are not the same.
What is the afternoon?
A middle ground?
The main attraction?
Limbo?
But the afternoon has a general sense
of time and space.
Limbo does not.
What is the evening?
A warning?
A final call?
A neutral ground?
A time of dying?
The moon is born in the evening.
That doesn't make sense.
What is the night?
A sinister thing?
A time to sleep?
A calling to certain life forms?
Ok, obviously not true.
The sun is much more attractive than the moon.
All of these things prove that Richie Valens never existed.
Neither did your kneecaps.
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