W H O L L Y T E X T S

 

A BANANA IN THE CONGO

   The schizophrenic becomes a glance killed outside the grave.
   When the ashes rain down. We deny ourselves an impossible illusion.
I drink coffee in the morning.
  Raging through the streets, a schizophrenic appears. Language will disappear.
  THE PAIN OF FREEZING!
    1953/planetary motions and the monk, "it's open." 
             Creators pride themselves!

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