between electrons foetuses and ears, to upon eternity The Have
at then mow dies Attention, Wonderiningly, and the fury of the
wind... In this I've found, one knee less skinned. I longed to vox the
voder. Hear the silent rushing hum.
In my brain I feel I should make an incision blossoming out upward
from the snow as the words of the blue, came the bare bevels like a
blood-streak
Now if you'll excuse me I must use the loo