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from The People Called Endless |
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204rd thing I found said this is different than the same thing in another place another way broken
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We elaborated the stunning details for what doesn’t and. We believed in the believing not the believed things, and. And the despoiled thicket. And the double intoxication. And the big wobble. And the deliria administered phantasms. And the peephole bigger than all the people. I let a shaved hairless rabbit loose in the retro-perspective. I knew everyone wanted an excuse to scream all the unbearable cuteness. All the daily hopping around hope. I tried to be a good read. I tried to throw thrown parties so I could be invited to stay and submit. To not be brought up to date. To not wend. To no you. To know how you get your heart to fit into such small tanning beds, I don’t know. It burns me up. I don’t know how to squeeze back into a seed. I don’t know how to sphere no inside bulk. I’m sorry if my snail has no shell now. I had to leave some things behind. I’m sorry I only used the left side of my brain when we touched. |
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This is the chapter that changes into a path. This is the chapter where the unfathomable change happens. Remarkably this true. In this ire. Complex. Unlit. Unlike any thing else before. This thing. This thing made up of other things. Complexifying. Desolate. On deathbeds lyrically bent. Lyrically unbored. Rot leaching into unrot. Leaching into rock. Leaching into other stream beds. Leaching unleashed other things. I reached out again. This thing is not this reaching out. This thing is not this thing tomorrow. This 59th thing. These things I keep finding. One thing. Come back. The hands holding this thing now not hands tomorrow. The eyes not eyes. You not you. Grave animals. Bored stiff. Licked unstiff. No other motive but must. I must. We must. By inheritable differences stranded. The things. The trepid thicknesses. The toppled generalities. The seduction. The inductions. The flows. The flow itself. Juice of comets. Tails of long lizards. Juice of flowers squeezed. Juice of berries squeezed. Memory pressed slurry. Juice of forgetting. Squeaked by. We squeak by. Things squeaked by. Looped back. Remarkably true. In this. In this chapter. This is the chapter when you come back. After you come back, I don’t care. I don’t care what mains or remains or remainders you leave me with when you finish dividing the word return. |
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For getting tightrope walkers. For getting barnacle collectors. For getting lip readers. For getting cock chafers. For getting dip shits. For getting cop crossings. For getting torpedo fish fish faces. For getting audacious signs. For getting sacked. For getting family. For getting friends. For getting people. For getting children. For getting things. For getting these things, these stripped things. Of things. A relation of things. Another thing. For getting fruits for getting fences. For getting bloodthirsty feelings. For getting restraint. For getting falling. For getting falling in. For getting falling out. For getting falling in. For getting never lands. For getting lands of meat and honey. For getting the lubricating slurries. For getting molds for the meat. For getting moldy dishes. For getting daily masses. For getting daily gods. For getting manhandled customs. For getting customs. For getting. For ever. For any thought of forever. For any new words for forever. For getting annals of smoothiness. For getting ahead. For getting a head. For no brainers. For getting you. For getting you back. For getting. For get you. I’m for getting you back. I’m for getting taken. I’m for getting mist taken, aways mistaken. I miss taking it in. I miss taking. I miss. I miss you. What thing I wouldn’t mind trade for the astonishing yes. For this feeling of vexed. For what no matter what. For this remembered now. What chirped imagination. What empty practiced. What sensual this. What eke. What mouth worn singing. What protest sung yes, the heart practiced yes. What practiced thing licked. What licking. What later. Which you. What any. What thing. |
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ERIC ELLINGSEN would like to squat a bio-movement in place of a bio bio. FOR FLYING THE LINE OF YOUR DISAPPEARANCE 1) Raise your arms to your side at 90 degree angles from your body. Your arms should look like airplane wings. 2) While looking straight ahead, focus on your peripheral vision. Keeping your elbows straight, slowly move your arms, flap your hands and bend your fingers until parts of you on both sides appear and disappear from view. Try to find the exact moment of your disappearance. 3) Ask a few people to try the same as the above. Video it. Mute the sound. Send the video around, saying everyone close to you is flying away. |
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