Therefore

Elsie with nightingales tied to her wrists.

Night fallen wherever our eyes have wandered.

These alphabets belong to other planets.

A great gold-black sky folding inside outside itself.

In their dream we are lost in a supermarket, meat dripping from the shelves.

In our dream we are lost in a supermarket, meat dripping from the shelves.

In good clean rags we walk out under stars.

A cool breeze lifts the rags from our limbs.

Disconsolate, Elsie counts the sleeping nightingales.

Tucks them up in a bed of strawberries & wires.

Wraith wrist tripping zum foam.

Larf strip strongbox notify insouciant succubus wrack molly moy.

Flip strung moviementalities tonguerly razzer glaü.

Ormolu ash pit fustian yawp re reverb re-verb deathline, abacus dj klang.

Melanc strum, derelictional sasser mint-clasp hit-wand.

Neo-catchment residue ploomer hü tory skum.

SENTI

MENIAL.

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So we decide to get out of bed & walk for a couple of hours, till we come to the end of the world & everything is an epitome of itself & nothing like