they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age as we go along holding dead hands. and we would say rather than delude the knowing: a damn good show, but hardly enough for a horse to eat, and out on the sunshine street where eyes are dabbled in metazoan faces i decide again that in theses centuries they have done very well considering the nature of their brothers: it's more than good that some of them, (closer really to the field-mouse than falcon) have been bold enough to try. Anonymous submission.
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