Space contortion loosely dense with human particles so arranged to imitate
that impression of familiar face. Lost without the gravity of television,
man of men makes madness of the frivolous. Feelings, thrown out to the bottom
line around a thick contour of paper stacks and stocks loaded to the brim to burn.
The joke is laughter itself and together we bring down the concrete worship of blocks.
Square with right angles and light that travels transparently through all the bodies –
my heaven alike, your first time awake. Good morning,
dear friends of mine.
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