Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

So I went to the beach and sat by myself. I watched the waves rolling in and out, saw a man trying to drown his dog, a few tourists lazing around. I thought of things, my situation, my very limited personal space. I need to live without things and people I need to live with, does that make sense to anyone? Maybe God spoke to me, or maybe I’m going schizo. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but suddenly, watching the overcast horizon, I received an epiphany. Tolerance.

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