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you need some way of

some set of

you live in a place

it isn't much

you move out

you have to

you live at the edge


your memory has let you down

a kind of chaos

when you go

if you face it

this axis this

the human order

more or less

you have a map


you put yourself in position

and try to

this is the

a human construction

you try out the space

try to

you drive on them


go straight

one might imagine


only grasping

a pity


a pile of rocks

more or less


and place the

wander for

not proceed


is still a little


an edge


unless the habit

land of


boomerang say

carvings


all of the circles

so that what we have is a network


and thats all


a sequence of camping sights

is arbitrarily adapted

which was shape

very much a matter of


there will be a woman

of anxiety which is to


the career


some premonition

the appearance of white

the fixing

when the time comes

edicts and statutes

in some unexplained

has the nostalgia

and thats


as talking

of some other blind man


exists in space


an overall kind of thing


cant flip

or more information of any kind

the passage is nothing

one thing in particular

a technique of erasing

and people could start

its not too

that is real

and how it


or you hope

you get ready


you work on it

a literal culture


a piece of sand

in such a


an elaborate way

an art of naming

a kind of

that is danced

as among

a residue

from the milk

notion of a


goes in

of entrance

if you use stone


as required

in such a system

you use language

or some set of

if you face it











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