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Mum is The Word of the rock...none by night, eyesore by day.Such is the patience of The Architect...opening interpretation.Pick up that rock...cast it..
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...So...we've a word for All we Are...(life)--so why is it what it is...cannot define all thewords that have sprung from it?Yet...they're full of defi..
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I appear, you appear...where's the choice in this?I project my appearanceonto you, you projectyour appearance ontome...where's the choicein this?That ..
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Actors do not sicken The Stage--but fellow actors misreading linesjust to cancel the play.The roses fly onstage--the actorsreceive them dutifully...a ..
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...You don't have to come anywherenear me...just to dance our self-evidence.I Am always dancing with you informally...the formalization of Our dance i..
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I'm an idiot...without being self-deprecating,Socratic, or sensational--I state this.My intelligence is Everywhere...but thatvery intelligence refuses..
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...Could it Be other than as it Is?...As you would have it, is how you'llhave it...the very form of your haveand have not--split down the middleof pra..
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A red rose garden submerged bya flash flood...a break in clouds.The sun plays across the red rosegarden, an aqua posterity...as ifluminescent blinds o..
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...You, dearest vagary, aplomb--werebrought to bear.Vicissitude of memory which is thedispersion of identity.Of a time, and of a place--you...amellifl..
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Walls are cocksure pages...the supposed squelch of theinarticulate stick figure.Commandeered by dualisticforces that paralyze...fromthe Crown up?Konst..
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