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■ What the night sees
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Take this food, implore the wooden plates.
All home places have undergone severe dismemberment just to be delivered untouched at an additional point of infinity. Look at your bed, a disaffected corporal’s wardrobe. It dismisses all memory of being spoonfed by rains to be rechewed by a fire which won’t extinguish in your eyes, but will be taken over by the corporal’s mouth and carried further to herr general’s ear, at an additional point of infinity upon your mutilated, starving home place. So take this damn food and eat it. I stare. I see floating eyes inside the grey broth. I sip at this former power. Indeed, no procedure shall be discontinued. All tomorrows are minds that keep feeding me and starve to be dismembered of that untouched point of infinity. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpKebZQtKzg
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