GET CLEAR ON A
WINTER MORNING
Heres comes everything I ever hated : the Marvelettes
to the idea of varnish or shellac. What can I say about
anything here? This Earth-life is a solid wander. How
do you even try to make understanding work?
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I don't often talk in front of things : I watch, instead.
The moss-greened walls of the Winter Palace, those
Romanovs and that powderkeg; the ice and frost across
Gerry Lake, right next to where I'd lived. I've had a
million moments in this big, soft life. Nothing
was hard, and nothing was easy.
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It was right here, they invented light. Illumination,
anyway. Thomas Alva Edison Filbert Montahokey.
That was his real name, because I say so. He had
an experimental electric railway too that he ran right
through these woods. Nothing big deal, 2 or 3 cars
to experiment voltage and movement. It went
everywhere, and it went nowhere at all.
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