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This vast outside—these opalescent stars, collections of glittering clusters rotating around a dense eye— seems pearly still and still somehow is fluctuating (your dense eye, quivering, your tumescent mouth, opening, your note, pitched through air, air rippling, a bird, taking flight here, alighting there, a few leaves shivering) all is in accordance with the imperceptible draw of imperceptible strings strung within your vast universe inside.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
A Point, Line, Fold
This vast outside—these opalescent stars, collections of glittering clusters rotating around a dense eye— seems pearly still and still somehow is fluctuating (your dense eye, quivering, your tumescent mouth, opening, your note, pitched through air, air rippling, a bird, taking flight here, alighting there, a few leaves shivering) all is in accordance with the imperceptible draw of imperceptible strings strung within your vast universe inside.
daniello
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
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