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84: i have discovered i am i have been attached somebody attached strings to me and often wrenches violently upon them, ***Breton has strings too, and sometimes he likes to twitch.***   85: dead space.               i ca                       n  ’t, i can't think, everything is a mirror,                              ym deah sdeen ot ehteabr,                                             my head needs to breathe,                                                            ehtaebr ot sdeen daeh ym,   im going  to make holes  with breton to   breathe so i can think, i only need a nail                            or some thorns and wire. Breton is probably hiding some wire. I am good at finding things.   86: when my kneecaps turn blue, i know my health’s shot to **** Breton ran into Old Mathers               in the basement               and Mathers says Breton’s not coming up (for [quite!] a long time).   Kat told me **** little Breton for his marrow,* never enough marrow, Mathers says.             I listen to Kat, always go by Kat,               always by Kat, always: *Death came too close to me,   Almost seeing the eternal light.     Harder to feel when you’ve almost died,     Hopes and dreams never almost tried.   In His eyes,  your time to go:     Having this purpose for me in life,   Having this purpose for now,   I do not know.*
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Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
Awake for 86 Hours with André Breton
84: i have discovered i am i have been attached somebody attached strings to me and often wrenches violently upon them, ***Breton has strings too, and sometimes he likes to twitch.***   85: dead space.               i ca                       n  ’t, i can't think, everything is a mirror,                              ym deah sdeen ot ehteabr,                                             my head needs to breathe,                                                            ehtaebr ot sdeen daeh ym,   im going  to make holes  with breton to   breathe so i can think, i only need a nail                            or some thorns and wire. Breton is probably hiding some wire. I am good at finding things.   86: when my kneecaps turn blue, i know my health’s shot to **** Breton ran into Old Mathers               in the basement               and Mathers says Breton’s not coming up (for [quite!] a long time).   Kat told me **** little Breton for his marrow,* never enough marrow, Mathers says.             I listen to Kat, always go by Kat,               always by Kat, always: *Death came too close to me,   Almost seeing the eternal light.     Harder to feel when you’ve almost died,     Hopes and dreams never almost tried.   In His eyes,  your time to go:     Having this purpose for me in life,   Having this purpose for now,   I do not know.*
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Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
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