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Drop Any Coin and I Will Tell You More Sparklers sizzled high above our throats Smoke floated easily to the top of sacred mountain. Rumors of infected babies and mothers, governed by a horned beast who smirked in front of cameras-He wanted another tall glass of oil to fuel his limo, but was content to master etiquette with his Homer Simpson buddies for a few passing diamonds. An American flag was stationed on top of his podium, but no one could tell if it was real. A brainwashed talisman sank to her knees. Throwing up over sea urchins. An unfamiliar mist had waffled up to her pores. No one paid attention. The new president was busy declaring war.