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if it were all chrysanthemums and no sting, all landscapes and no crumbling, all minerals and no sediment, all revolution and no debris. It would be great if reality were not reality, it would be great if life were not life. It would be great if there was an idea machine that could sift truth from lie. To press a button and get an answer and never ever have to wonder. But for now we bathe in freckled light. Zap, spark, corona, thunder and then the aftermath, the morning as indistinct as wet clay. Tears watered the beginning and in the beginning there were brilliant colors, and in the beginning there was all events prior, and in the beginning something amassed much bigger than great.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
It would be great
if it were all chrysanthemums and no sting, all landscapes and no crumbling, all minerals and no sediment, all revolution and no debris. It would be great if reality were not reality, it would be great if life were not life. It would be great if there was an idea machine that could sift truth from lie. To press a button and get an answer and never ever have to wonder. But for now we bathe in freckled light. Zap, spark, corona, thunder and then the aftermath, the morning as indistinct as wet clay. Tears watered the beginning and in the beginning there were brilliant colors, and in the beginning there was all events prior, and in the beginning something amassed much bigger than great.
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jeannette-chin
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
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