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listen dead is a lot like sleeping in the earth where there is not life and there is wormness there is eated a faint uncolour a body a quiet a bigness 'cause livings finiter but dead's unfiniter it's a nice long forever where you don't rise but you do you come out the earth in a trillion spears of grass you come out as a dandelion and your heads a delicately flared puff of cottonlike earthbreath tousled and fractures in the breeze, lilts, doesn't cease and goes making more life and dead wasn't ever
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
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listen dead is a lot like sleeping in the earth where there is not life and there is wormness there is eated a faint uncolour a body a quiet a bigness 'cause livings finiter but dead's unfiniter it's a nice long forever where you don't rise but you do you come out the earth in a trillion spears of grass you come out as a dandelion and your heads a delicately flared puff of cottonlike earthbreath tousled and fractures in the breeze, lilts, doesn't cease and goes making more life and dead wasn't ever
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
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