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Cura, what are your cosmological beliefs?

Cura: Immensity exists whether or not
I am on board with the heft of its existence;
immensity is a sovereign trench, a follicle in a mane,
infinte granules.

Cura, you are always carrying on about your hair
as if it were the epicenter of your planetoid.

Cura: Hair is a supernova bouquet made from
the left-overs of the implosion of the sun,
the filaments of a system aggregate which reads
your features much as we read the magnetosphere.

Cura, have you ever been incarcerated?

Cura: The one time I was in jail I turned myself
in at the Fordham Police Station to avoid a warrant.
When I say jail I mean the interrogation room I was held
in for four hours while they ran me for priors, which they
did as a courtesy because I was a high-school teacher.

Cura, why didn't you have kids with your ex-wife?

Cura: Love is all about valence, sometimes, your charges
are not only like, but unanimous in outcome; and, sometimes
you drag yourself to therapy because the co-pay is nominal
and you are looking for someone to make you say the obvious.

Cura, how can you smoke knowing what we know about smoking?

Cura: My ancestors were heathens of tobacco and coffee adulants;
their eyes were cannabis-green so they dazzled dull sobriquets
into descriptive handles; moreover, overcoming dependence
on the nicotine patch is only theoretically easier than overcoming
the dependence on the nicotine in cigarettes.