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Twenty-even nostrils in stale air & not one of them flares-- so little that I'd lost the jewel of their significance-- carrying upon them, then, much of it-- continuing in spite-- in a sense, meaningless. for instance, a grand trine-- time reading, time writing, time dismissing it as ******* all frivolous & thus comes wisdom from temerity or thought plus action in callow degrees-- such Incoherence derives out of tumult. A foreground.
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
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Twenty-even nostrils in stale air & not one of them flares-- so little that I'd lost the jewel of their significance-- carrying upon them, then, much of it-- continuing in spite-- in a sense, meaningless. for instance, a grand trine-- time reading, time writing, time dismissing it as ******* all frivolous & thus comes wisdom from temerity or thought plus action in callow degrees-- such Incoherence derives out of tumult. A foreground.
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malcolm-mcgill
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
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