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Time and temperature...bottom right oftele-visioning screen.And now...torrent crystalized vertical, horizontal.Fixity of the epochal grope--aegis to t..
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Permit...the amalgamation--as to be had,rush of roots relieved of a paper bagthroat.A suction cup bereft of its body--theunsung hiatus, waved a magic ..
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My love...you've made of me--your Workis upon me.For, it is you, and only you beholden tothe virtue or vice of that Work.My love...you've made of me--..
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Gilded light's iron visage--wormhole rider...cosmic switch breaker.Restoring Lachyrma Christi in fell swoop...decorated to seventh sun, heart of heart..
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...At this evening nigh tide--reptilian brainbites back instinctually.I am forgiven in all Houses...all postulationsbloat these blue veins.Daguerreoty..
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...What is it...where is it...where did it come from?...Bid me agony...and Ishall agonize...bid me theundoing of agony...and Ishall love.I am here for..
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--By the antiquatedguise of what's daily...I surface my longing.I canst subjugatemy only, if onlyrecourse.Konstantinos Mark
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Of island that no man, woman was...save for.In want of becoming...their groundwithstood...taken with them.If pressed, as so pressed, anout-of-body aer..
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Were you well as sunlight's ascendancyleft darkening footnotes everywhere?Their cerebral pinch and polish born ofthe likelihood psychotic.Nostrefaru's..
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The sky indents itself, shrinking from Mt. Olivet cemetery...stole to indifference due to unprecedented inquiry.Downcast angels float an arm, indecisi..
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