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warmed the throttled J

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“yr nate yr ache ,F

leddy singing”

  

Half the apes were...

- Cap’n Cook

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crowding o half o loot

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thigh remembered ham

ster house embolism and

crackers ,just uh wh

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hairball !(  rain curd

les in the basement where

the tress archive brightly

moulders and yr long leg

histoire’s curling on

the walls

  

La mort le fait fremir, pallir;

Le nez courber...

- François Villon

reap the wind

rust upon yr loo t a

singing fog ah knotty one

,barreled ,ptomaine ,sh

ort sleefs  f  rayed

ligke fflags  )dot’s touse

led ,lang charm butt er s

tongue ,up(  on the st

inking lake yr leap

enabled like a b

omber lengua  ...t rust

Oma ,b lot yr .d.u.s.t............

  

...what choking says.

- Samuel Beckett

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