Here we are. Here we are. We are
Ear to the ground I sift through
Piles of falling letters
Copying
"Balance.
Repetition.
Composition.
Mirrors.
Most of all, the world is a plac
a dead fish gains the power of observation
speaks the fish
something's
He saw Mars but he felt Neptune,
he had hoped to
-What about my ankles, do you like them?
Yes.
-And my thighs
Fraternite
???
Il faut chanter
On chante parce qu'on aime
1 Mardi
2 Mercrediman
Can we talk some more?
I don't know.
I don't either.
Monday. January.
Independen
It's music
It's music
It's music
It's music!
It's music
It's music
It's music
I
five point five oh million dollar, eh
two point six seven
following the line of the tide reclining
living on the fat
at last it started in the middle
beginning as it all
'Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in
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