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i love it so much when you see a looker and walker in the sun and wind looking straight ahead or slightly down with eyes sliding up sometimes to see again for the first time the tops of buildings always entered at the lowest runoff point sliding down sometimes to interrogate turnless stones this eye wandering distracts and more sharply attunes the looker and walker to the smile the smile that is trying to kickbox its way onto the proscenium of the eyes, mouth, and probably the hands and the whole body and to the spark that started all this kickboxing in the first place
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Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 6:45 AM UTC
So Much When You See
i love it so much when you see a looker and walker in the sun and wind looking straight ahead or slightly down with eyes sliding up sometimes to see again for the first time the tops of buildings always entered at the lowest runoff point sliding down sometimes to interrogate turnless stones this eye wandering distracts and more sharply attunes the looker and walker to the smile the smile that is trying to kickbox its way onto the proscenium of the eyes, mouth, and probably the hands and the whole body and to the spark that started all this kickboxing in the first place
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Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 6:45 AM UTC
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