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Doom like room
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Fabric
of eels and cobras and a network of slippery nerves on and in an all-American girl, who is pushing and cursing the two-faced crowd around her fractured car. I touched the squirming needlework which we photoed, wrote up, drooled over, and drew. The engagement- Show me your ring. The wedding- vacuuming sewing machines free
of fluff, And then achy nooky fellow fie falling- My ex, Mary? Her skull was an urn.
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A thing with a quality meandered before its
desire to cross the stream occurred to it… its meandering found focus during the crossing… after the stream more wheat-tangled fields jigsawn by streams stretched on the other side. The thing with a quality ran miles crossing fields and streams. It came to a city where two small things ran in a sunny alley between the two buildings that concern us here: the thing hoped to catch the two things before their coming friend, a third thing, arrived, as it would, seconds before the thing caught the two things. The thing caught three things. It asked them to hum tones before all four ran into the sunny alley. All things began to hum and then run. The three ran on their way out of the alley, The thing entered a door in the alley after considering, as it ran, letting, or not, the little things go. It let them go and entered a building through its alley door. What was in the building? The thing. And others, less active. But growing. Sensitive vegetable things in an indoor forest. Bewildered, pleased, the thing enjoyed the pleasure of an indoor forest. It sprinted, weaving and dexterous, among the things, planning to meet the stream it met as it halted suddenly because of this stream. Now the stream boiled with salmon, now the vegetable things grew in straight rows planted by humans, now they clumped in radiating colonies, now the stream seemed as much debating with as flowing forth in its chosen direction. Then it absolutely flowed in its desired direction. The thing waded in, adjusting, paddling, warning itself about the waterfall it would begin to suspect was ahead as it lurched along with the current. The stream became the waterfall, through a hole in a wall that, granite and solid, marked a boundary of the forest. Through and over went the thing, falling inside falling water, now it knew, now it thought how its accurate prophecy was spoken too late. An effortless forward with a likely death at its end-better than great labor for a likely death as end-down, down the thing went forward toward the bottom, cloaked in a stream of water… |