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hey, it came about that i was and it was thus that i am                             or is and will be was but so of now i will be if  only yet but not still a while    and if so i'll do some thinking and some thoughting     or stand or eat (or sometimes both) or sometimes neither and if by day so too at night                                       I'll come to these                                       the dead length of                                       heavy words                                        which writ by men of learned haste                                         i,ve chomped the morsel of                                         their fat and narrow tidy                                         skinny wide messes                                      in chapters and verse                                      yet what will stodgily revolve to fore is central the chiefest realization of my riggling dearth is that all is simply unsimple a great prfounding a small and illustrious sound                                                                          (everything is paradox                                                                          so too are i as you                                                                          and you or i                                                                          a truths a lie                                                                          or lying truth                                                                          and if you listen hard enoughyoucanhearalmostnothingrattledeeplyfirmingorfirmlydeepening . . ,
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 11:06 AM UTC
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hey, it came about that i was and it was thus that i am                             or is and will be was but so of now i will be if  only yet but not still a while    and if so i'll do some thinking and some thoughting     or stand or eat (or sometimes both) or sometimes neither and if by day so too at night                                       I'll come to these                                       the dead length of                                       heavy words                                        which writ by men of learned haste                                         i,ve chomped the morsel of                                         their fat and narrow tidy                                         skinny wide messes                                      in chapters and verse                                      yet what will stodgily revolve to fore is central the chiefest realization of my riggling dearth is that all is simply unsimple a great prfounding a small and illustrious sound                                                                          (everything is paradox                                                                          so too are i as you                                                                          and you or i                                                                          a truths a lie                                                                          or lying truth                                                                          and if you listen hard enoughyoucanhearalmostnothingrattledeeplyfirmingorfirmlydeepening . . ,
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 11:06 AM UTC
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