Tuesday, October 29, 2013

4711. CONVENTION

CONVENTION
I can't stand this room, I can't stay in place.
I am moving fast over very slow space.
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Alamogordo, the bomb-test, and all that
glassine sand. I don't understand.
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I can't stay in this room, my limbs are too large
for these fittings, and all my buttons have burst.
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It always amazes me how men talk : about things less
than wholesome, about killing meats and deer and things.
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I've never travelled farther than I can see; I've seen past where 
I was. I cannot fit this circuit any longer. Too large am I.
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I cannot stand this room. I cannot stay in place.
I am moving fast over very slow space.

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