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Your Julie anamneusis is a Spaniard studying Rilke and Lou Salame. We donot know how -brandy, brandy-we insinuate you into her apartment in a state to indyce you to feint fainting. When you recover, you have her at Mal de Fleurs. Then after you can hasten her maturity by pointing out we donot have his poems in which he watches her tortoise tongue negligently searching the corner of her mouth for food....because he had set the bar pretty low when he allowed her to write him in the letter about how Nietzche masturbated for peace. They were all under 27, what else would he have done?

When you compliment the butchers assistant on the meat. And he rolls his eyes expressing you have no idea. We want the 4 minutes later entire transcription what thoughts restrained him from telling you his motivations for working to retire at 46 at whatever cost? Let's say he calls it an act. We would like to know what the name was of this tight lipped character he is playing? Is he a mime?

I WILL BE HIM and also your mirror tomorrow. I will wake up to an alarm for the first time in 12 years. Outfit in a costume colors of an Amrrican cheesesburger. And behave and move like the father of a comic strip. We all should bestride a chair or sashe for the restroom like a father would. The world is full of ideas of people as distant as fathers and phoning it in. Surely a womans day is not on rails until she notices the landmark of a father forever in every crowd?

As for Rainer he did not forego the scientistic tones of the 19th century and our present moment. Saved them for a statement like every joy wants continuance. About which he may not have had stronger evidence than that year he never left his room before 11:45 am...

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Thanks for reading, nate. Once again I am at a loss for words, but your comment touched me in a confusing but tender place.

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