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Words have less to do with ideas than actual things, White, whiteness, and milk-whiteness are three completely different distinctions, and comprehension attributed to connotation falls flat when you say God. His name, Empty, not uttered, small White cot upon which she rested, at last — gathp — good fortune, great life, tangible reality Destroyed honest(l)y. Marks on page maneuver different directions when meaning misrepresents reality. Locke sent the message, Mill tagged it, but oblivious you received it; “Happiness, love, comfort. In no other way would I have spent life than with you.” How one can stumble at the Other’s — gathp — Crumble A Milk White Whiteness washed over her, whispered last words, tunneled vision. The still sheet, face up, veiled eternally the source of being loved vehemently, he wept for new empty name.
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
An Ode to Owens
Words have less to do with ideas than actual things, White, whiteness, and milk-whiteness are three completely different distinctions, and comprehension attributed to connotation falls flat when you say God. His name, Empty, not uttered, small White cot upon which she rested, at last — gathp — good fortune, great life, tangible reality Destroyed honest(l)y. Marks on page maneuver different directions when meaning misrepresents reality. Locke sent the message, Mill tagged it, but oblivious you received it; “Happiness, love, comfort. In no other way would I have spent life than with you.” How one can stumble at the Other’s — gathp — Crumble A Milk White Whiteness washed over her, whispered last words, tunneled vision. The still sheet, face up, veiled eternally the source of being loved vehemently, he wept for new empty name.
m-gordon-meier
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
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