BOULDERS AND
IMMOVABLE
OBJECTS
Let me talk. Let me whistle back then :
ontology jelly wrapper spit-shine Glenn Miller
blues. Thou are so stable, great God of the stable.
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And anyway, it's all your mess and what
shall I call thee? Ialdabaoth will have to do.
You've turned out to be another city guy.
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This morning at dawn, it was in Elsa's
broad garden, I saw a rabbit running stop
running stop. The winter grass was wet
in a thaw - what it was, he was looking for.
Running stop running stop.
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