in the beginning, and i mean the very, very start; there were two molecules, a small and a green. they were happy molecules and danced a slow waltz, not the aztec two-step, slow waltz, beautiful. now now, just listen to the start, the very start, two molecules, one green one small, spinning round and round small silent spinning slide softly going gone green grinding ground, they dance. shhh. but entropy is a fickle force, the fickle mistress of the universe, spin faster oh one small, one green, entropy said, tey cried, "we can not go any faster!" their cries were powerful as thy spun, faster faster, spitting out galaxies and universes, pitoooey, ka-BOOOM! their desperation breed the first pottery, filled with the first molecule of coffee - remember they are molecules, they don't need that much coffee- and they drank, and they laughed and danced faster in the face of entropy, happy dancing for happy molecules, saved by the coffee, they still drink and still spin, let us hope they never get tired... in the end, there will be no coffee, just nothing, like this :Birth sign: Cancer
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