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factory e9

Of course, if it were really a GIGAfactory, it would be approximately the size of the continental united states. In point of fact, it's just a factory. But then, that is the hilarity and absurdity of an enterprise that has mostly won or lost on marketing. We took the train

pumpkin seeds

i woke up lifetimes ago at dawn to write this but it took me until now to sit my body down at the clavier to strike chords and post boards above the glare of the canal's edge you were a whisper of grass you were a hollering wind in a

My Heart Remembers

प्रातः स्मरामि हृदि संस्फुरदात्मतत्त्वं सच्चित्सुखं परमहंसगतिं तुरीयम् । यत्स्वप्नजागरसुषुप्तिमवैति नित्यं तद्ब्रह्म निष्कलमहं न च भूतसङ्

fiberglass

sometimes the spirit moves through you, and sometimes it don't sometimes papa is home, and sometimes he's out to lunch. who will survive? none who with thrive? this one. I do apologize for every note of every song that's sung amok atop the the calling pyramid homes. these mushy fingers,

Title first

call me colophone one more memory of me for the hole one more kiss on the face of the deep one more telling of our story A bed of leaves, a peeling bark. The towers where we climb. Climbed and climbing into fragments, solid-souled rampage feet - the hardly there

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