Pricey pulled out his poetry. Smoking fag after fag and drinking wine glass after glass he showed me his past scribbled passions. On one old piece of paper he had composed his "sphere envy theory." Humanity craves balance but falls short of the most balanced body there is - a sphere - our planet - our Mother. Realizing that we are each a part of the Earth's balance just may bring internal peace and ease the frustration involved with trying to become... like a sphere.
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