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I I’m not playing here this is real like looking up and wondering a little about nothing really clipping thought coupons into a phone on the backs of Denny’s’ receipts that’ll be worth while on sale maybe a cradle a rocking chair for an aching back or a shovel 'cause that's all that really matters II but I cannot bring myself to do what we (brothers) have done videotapes donutting for unblinking eyes blurry words, maybe faster than (the) sea mathematical and black reflecting (truth) what really matters the violence of things that mean something that pump the kroovy that crumple old inky receipts thrown III they warp the desk spinning the world into the anaphora of a pale blue dot a period a full stop IV
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
The Universal Gravitational Constant
I I’m not playing here this is real like looking up and wondering a little about nothing really clipping thought coupons into a phone on the backs of Denny’s’ receipts that’ll be worth while on sale maybe a cradle a rocking chair for an aching back or a shovel 'cause that's all that really matters II but I cannot bring myself to do what we (brothers) have done videotapes donutting for unblinking eyes blurry words, maybe faster than (the) sea mathematical and black reflecting (truth) what really matters the violence of things that mean something that pump the kroovy that crumple old inky receipts thrown III they warp the desk spinning the world into the anaphora of a pale blue dot a period a full stop IV
michael-mclean
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
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