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my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell 
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal 
tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming 
something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.

Added: 19 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 20 Jul 2008 7:07 AM | Viewed: 8624 times

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