He thought and thought! And course right on by the descemt tinto the primeval, and ad the old baron dsd I don’t remember I don’t remember.
As if that modern of modern said sadly said the forest
Is never the same on descent , always newly built
upon ,the thickly primeval, a little dash of grown laid. foundation in addition.
This is why the mean of averages that of the human mean has always more and ! more aspire in its entrails.so as to slow the descemt except by those whose cuts shorted and cut through , shorted cut up then reassembled to appear something like the original
Models aways stand up creating havoc on. feel and touch .l
He belongs you don’t he says and envy can not but reinforce the ennui .
Should he
I’ve
While waiting for the ring in an original organic melancholy while boy downstairs in market so in that out means little to him , as if, it has adhered to his body creating a new skin,
,\the deeper going in the shallower out ,as if the primeval
transference loosing it’s sheen, masking it, into its very adherence .
Safely said since he too will go out as he came in. But really all this no matter the Brooklyn poet thus well described it, of vanity of this kind. Of basic identity consistent with the warm glow of nationality of the undispersed kind.
It’s beautiful to behold as grotesque in its adherence do easily to disassemble by little sleight of hand magic.
That Europe is in this now struggle boding as was well said before! The sound of which clamoring louder still.
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