centres that remained standing for all that time we noticed that those bodies severed at the neck did not smile. Not that the head was actually missing, but that it was never put to
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in the past and were now lost forever, only to be minutely heard with the correct equipment - But why this one parasite in particular, referred to in subsequent reports as the
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grows as it does across the species, its source located in the
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and how, or why, everything comes to it by the strange habit of
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the fourth dimension, turning the very moments of the day into the solidity of a commodity, remains one of the cultureâs greatest
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For in their youth they had ideas, and they lived by them. Perhaps in the years to come, as
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learns the better of itself, all will be becoming as we once were, and will return to a
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notion of time. But now, deep within the various experiments of the present that have been
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many of our observers have returned somewhat affected, as though this buzz persists and amplifies wherever it can, and we are now left wondering if perhaps
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we missed the point, as it were, living so deeply in our forts of love and
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Why Do They Call it a Towel
i never actually wanted to know what it was i was eating but every one was always so insistent on telling me to stand up straight, mind your manners, look both ways and then cross on that fine line between any-thing you could make your mind up to walk along, be completely suspicious and terrified of everything around you, dark green shit in the toilet, itâs a rainy day in June and life is sweet and sour, something is rotting in the garbage can so i have to spend five minutes cleaning it out, there are all these moments that pass and pass along a little message, and then itâs clean and everything continues, when i left the reading the other night i was followed out by the scraping footsteps of a lonely poet, drunk enough to be called a heckler, led away after asking one of the readers âWhat Do You Know?â William said âTheyâre kicking him out because he never published a real book,â but he stood off to the side, looking over his shoulder and trying to maintain his balance at the same time, when i left Bob was attempting to read something, i walked past the heckler who flat out asked me with great concern âWhereâs the projection of the poem?â and i had to agree i couldnât find it either, he followed me out scraping his feet like a very demon behind me and i broke out into laughter, there are all these moments that pass and pass along a little message, who are all these people and what are they doing here? walking along Bloor street today the air was all around me, cool but humid, making my shirt stick to my skin and my skin to the meat thatâs sticking to my bones, why is it that i am the only one thatâs dying while everyone else just continues to rise, we all smoke dope, weâre all perverted, we all long for the tall cool frothy peace of death in our own pathetic lonely ways, we all want to take it on like an afternoon nap, a nightcap in the morning, we are all cowards, ignoring the inevitable in interesting ways, all these moments that pass and pass along a little message, the library was closed but i got to talk with this guy named Skye, named after the island where i thought maybe he had been conceived, who was sitting on the steps eating a triple decker peanut butter sandwich and telling everyone who dared to walk up the steps that the library was CLO-OSED, and he told me his philosophy of
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We should know. We were there. Our humble
[unreadable]
were constantly picking up strange frequencies. We discovered through the close study of arbitrary documents the species is famed for that these were some of the many areas that had been nicely
[word unknown]
in the past and were now lost forever, only to be minutely heard with the correct equipment - But why this one parasite in particular, referred to in subsequent reports as the
[word unknown],
grows as it does across the species, its source located in the
[word unknown],
and how, or why, everything comes to it by the strange habit of
[word unknown]
the fourth dimension, turning the very moments of the day into the solidity of a commodity, remains one of the cultureâs greatest
[unreadable].
For in their youth they had ideas, and they lived by them. Perhaps in the years to come, as
[word unknown]
learns the better of itself, all will be becoming as we once were, and will return to a
[word unknown]
notion of time. But now, deep within the various experiments of the present that have been
[unreadable],
many of our observers have returned somewhat affected, as though this buzz persists and amplifies wherever it can, and we are now left wondering if perhaps
[unreadable]
we missed the point, as it were, living so deeply in our forts of love and
[The remainder of this document was not readable]
Why Do They Call it a Towel
i never actually wanted to know what it was i was eating but every one was always so insistent on telling me to stand up straight, mind your manners, look both ways and then cross on that fine line between any-thing you could make your mind up to walk along, be completely suspicious and terrified of everything around you, dark green shit in the toilet, itâs a rainy day in June and life is sweet and sour, something is rotting in the garbage can so i have to spend five minutes cleaning it out, there are all these moments that pass and pass along a little message, and then itâs clean and everything continues, when i left the reading the other night i was followed out by the scraping footsteps of a lonely poet, drunk enough to be called a heckler, led away after asking one of the readers âWhat Do You Know?â William said âTheyâre kicking him out because he never published a real book,â but he stood off to the side, looking over his shoulder and trying to maintain his balance at the same time, when i left Bob was attempting to read something, i walked past the heckler who flat out asked me with great concern âWhereâs the projection of the poem?â and i had to agree i couldnât find it either, he followed me out scraping his feet like a very demon behind me and i broke out into laughter, there are all these moments that pass and pass along a little message, who are all these people and what are they doing here? walking along Bloor street today the air was all around me, cool but humid, making my shirt stick to my skin and my skin to the meat thatâs sticking to my bones, why is it that i am the only one thatâs dying while everyone else just continues to rise, we all smoke dope, weâre all perverted, we all long for the tall cool frothy peace of death in our own pathetic lonely ways, we all want to take it on like an afternoon nap, a nightcap in the morning, we are all cowards, ignoring the inevitable in interesting ways, all these moments that pass and pass along a little message, the library was closed but i got to talk with this guy named Skye, named after the island where i thought maybe he had been conceived, who was sitting on the steps eating a triple decker peanut butter sandwich and telling everyone who dared to walk up the steps that the library was CLO-OSED, and he told me his philosophy of
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