Dream as if you were in a cloud of smoke. . .carried up by swift convection. . .all your worries falling away behind the dust like a streaking comet in the vastness of space galore How queer. . . . you are not alone out there. . . . there is the magnanimity of space that binds you close to your heart, in all the suffering that you face, you are bound fast to metal that is all that keeps you alive. . . . then you start losing your hearing and you slip into a sullen quietude that keeps ringing. . . . the experiencia magnanima. . . .this is American foxtrot like they go about on television. . . . with all the fizz and buzz of mosquitoes that try to suck your mind dry.
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