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The discs have been thrown in the air and arrange themselves and repeat themselves bombarding this score into a dozen or more equally unsatisfying cremations A glimpse of a temple gave several new designs for which I never intended to borrow: and the whipped up dirt and broken reels of tape have multiplied and piled themselves upon a stake When awake, I grab the shards of horizon - or try, anyway.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
Cremations of Notes
The discs have been thrown in the air and arrange themselves and repeat themselves bombarding this score into a dozen or more equally unsatisfying cremations A glimpse of a temple gave several new designs for which I never intended to borrow: and the whipped up dirt and broken reels of tape have multiplied and piled themselves upon a stake When awake, I grab the shards of horizon - or try, anyway.
Copyright Josiah Mortimer 2010
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
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