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Nothing less than the sound of footsteps

Condensing into a shape

Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings

Realized it was a mirror after hours of work. They are filth

And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their

Own art — this easily percepted. Within the 4 years

Of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo. It all meant little, if

Nothing What is the frase I look for… Chaotic Dementh

Ah yes indeed. Been there before, fair lady? A Copper medal I won

At the chill-kill that day: Putrid Run, Salt… Torment

Thirst. Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in

The aftermath of their own cold war. Neo-colonialistic freaks

Says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish — in cataleptic

Disorders. An apparatus of something, don t really know what

Remnant of the good that succumbed in man once? The absolute

Legion of oddity. Now guess what in the world machina mimesis is?

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