of New York real as a symbol of adult.
The Cumberland Plateau at 7 am,
where before they cursed it sunny and cloud
less as a symbol of all that had gone
wrong than when I descended into clouds
half storm half fog. That which is communi
cation from the hope I make enough to
night so that the secrecy of work is
in an instant instinctively. I nev
er have to work again(st) the earth’s surface.
"You making money tonight?" Her glance of
the means means place gone was rudimentar
y existence. It is there is always that
not so much a chorus as somehow to
recognize the object perceived who ex
tends my hand. Position different in on
ly arms and it in its that distant know
ing instant. The murmur of sense always
makes the surfaces of stammerings an
effort to silence resonance.
Morning some letters and words from the noise
that is internal. I don't know if it
was a part of the semi that had burned
or a car. Distant relaxed sense that had
been struck. To whom repetition elapsed
our talking in our (always an) outside
r ordered afters. Different he lift of
his own by this entering into by
the tractor-trailer in an effort I
cannot return.
"You had the pretzel honey?" reads descends
reading the joking come-on I didn't
make. She was pregnant or drinking water
or I drank fifteen pints and read Vassil
y Grossman. Place reads. They are images
of our positions or movements.
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