This story goes from here to its start at the first morning of May follows through these same pages and when it arrives here again again it starts there Such was his enlightened hallucination
The problem of art is a problem of translations Decomposition and sorting of forms sounds and thoughts Things and ideas are getting old You only have the power to cover them with saliva
It is clear that every thought every gesture word and happening can be...
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