I AM AT PRAXIS
Every real-world intention I've ever had has
been for the idea of meaningful thinking. I
am daubing now at fellows : East Berlin types,
with their stupid Humboldt Box tastes. They
kneel and break to genuflect at a shrine I simply
do not have no wish to respect the ghost of yet
another Devil. In tune, then, have another malted,
eat another scone. Beer. Wiener. Go ahead.
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See that noose on the end of your rifle? It goes
hard for other things - your lost cause, your old
Greek dramas, your lives of Schiller and Brecht.
Everything old is new again? I'll await that yet.
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