Big things. Down interiors. And nice platonics. The he /
she and schema proliferating a fabulist dodge
between acts of spinning themes, code hier-
archies, text over image, or is it on empty?

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Bigger things. Metaphor and life changing commerce, unnatural cities unknown but coming soon.

Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...