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Dear Nefertiti:
Winged, wiggling monkey, dodging bottle caps. Target, from Earth. Friends. Not hate. This incredible and complex game. These undefined definitions that become clearly defined with age. To feel something. Yes, must feel something.

The paper trail is wet, Titi. The pages dirty with mud and soil. That is why I'm here. My hands alert, and my mind clasping. Hard to detach. I sleep in it, bathe in it, sing to it. It is more than an apparition. This red liquid, bubbling nectar pond. My open eyes swollen with vision, needing to take it all in. So much of this is coming from a deeper, richer place, a place cleared of boxes. By the way, did you remember to turn off the storage lights?"
EXCERPT FROM: "TITICACAMAN LETTERS" BY NEFERTITI LABLANC

"The spread of nectar throughout the provinces brought about an incredible streak of prosperity. For 200 hundred years good fortune prevailed. T's rule was empowering. Hunger, poverty, crime, bigotry, terminal diseases, and suicides, practically disappeared. It was as if evil had been bottled and transformed into little, tiny, very, ultra, super-small flowers, from which came the most extraordinary scents, and a strange luminescense that turned pastures into pools of sparkling lights. These micro-flowers had a healing effect.

Tunnels leading to the bottom of the lake were built at various spots, and access to the dome was available to all. The citizens indulged in mind, sex, and most of all, art. Systems were aligned. Commodities and common good were communal concerns. All leaders, all bartering. Harmony things, pink flushed. Caterpillar bond. 200 years. Average lifespan: 150."
EXCERPT FROM "HISTORY OF TITICACA" The Elementary Edition BY VERVEL EENKS - Volume III, Chapter 7: "Bred not in captivity"