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Oh, it’s so old-fashioned, already.

In case you forgot. Who begat?

Young animals, ambient forest (of signs)

Concatenations

hand, mind, desires, intention,

Is to eat a pear obscene,

Is it obscene to eat a pear?

is she talking to me, to him because

time has stopped people from television in the dark of night but only in the last seconds of itself because

true natural, ancient of days is formed, born from

earth too…tremendous strength of lifting, holding stars

Where is the justice in my cold hands.

ofcost of cost

what are the sounds of a suffering man, or any animal

and day, Monday but not winter

. . . . . . . seven is when they become wild

try to imagine that, the golden tickets were counterfeit, can you believe it or not that person was probably starving, a Coyote with an endless appetite

slow-motion collapse of cellophane full of your very own breath. I saw the feather

She reminds me of Peace oh what Beauty!

can you believe it? one more

one more sheet of paper at a time

like one piece of paper each day, by the thickness of one sheet of paper each day.

disintegration cymbals, projection of structures and people, obliteration of expected presence, obliteration,

…incomplete and inconclusive journeys or acts of gradual disappearance.

Ancient aleotorically, the ritual of performing, without performing anything.

excellence of that hitherto

Any form perfectly realized is beautiful

so don’t doubt them when they say that they don’t know…

the perspective is gone from those alchemical drawings

Intimate solutions, attempted. Eternal punishment for how the structures change. Holy church of the void-grinder. internal strictures.

Restricted access but not to her dark cities quarantine Inside out inside our history

The splendor of architectural shadows in a nihilistic age. The dirt sings it's own song.

The girl who married the morning star, painted half red and half black. Waking with star flesh or moon flesh in their clenched fists.

Fossil finder as mud arrives in every room, dusted with fine white chalk

Why is there someone on that golden crown throne I thought they were only dumped about him. I didn't know it was true, what they said about you. Who was it that helped you?

Destroy (popular) culture

Rebuild warmth heat health death meat?

The devil is bad company crystal fists with you in the future imperfect I side inside outside," I said.

To her sadly, super wild horses. In the wind winter approaches wand long

In the silence the secret to hold. You were be-knighted and you were to bolden and broaden at the thresholds last hold. Hammer and teeth a red dog circling the skeleton? And in all the pleasure, what bends in the wind? She was a ghost when you left and now you've gone deaf blind mute. Into the night into the night I to the gray night. Dark grey

That no one can hear very clearly over the din of crumbling castles of salt and sweat. Sweat arches

Temple of paper temple of leather, temple of feathers, obscure abhorrence! Away withthee forever! At the edge of a sacred meadow the ghost belonged to her. Is essentially true in all it's statements...nothing has been...drawn from the imagination.

While he did slip the trap and enjoy am authentic taste of freedom. They, together, resolved to turn their backs on transitory pleasures and risk the more enduring liberation that escape did bring. They refused the endless static is contained release in favor of the apocalyptic.

He began to retrieve what had been cast into the dungeon by the architects. The New World/be one a work of art of the spirit, seed of power. New gods, old gods, faiths unknown had to be invoked in order to heal them.

Copper lode beneath the ground-surface; thick.