I imagine her correcting me with some kind of television, passing back and forth through the information overload. Today I arrived, late as usual. It was a distant winter, unforgettable. I haven't seen her for a minute or two. My secretary, who went outside to dump out the grounds. I miss her already. She knows the answer already, It's the ticket to some concert or spontaneity. Ok I'll mow the lawn again if it eventually grows. And build another layer of Earth. Why do we adapt, I've only seen her a few times because? Of some dream collapsing consciousness. She works and I work on some poetic crisis. Damn vacation. A quill. Calligraphy, the nib. I fall again. And she will do whatever she wants. Smashing a typewriter and reassembling it with new taps and configurations. You could be anyone, and I'm alone.
Welcome to the Earth. The holiest emplacement. Welcome to Terra. Welcome to Geo. Welcome to the Sphere. LA eau de Thea.
Quoi c'est ici aujourdui? Un/e nouveau enuie?
J!nais sais pas.. LA imaginaire de vacuie de l'homme et de femme. L'attention de la Belle. Sur tour du force sur la amour et abientot a moi, mon seance. C'est Musique et la vortex. Dandelion Jardin Equinox.
La tour de France sur le velo de Anglais a Latin avec vin? Une velo pour Belle? Boneshaker et Lumiere hommes. Bebe et l'age de ore et la Jarry et le Surrealist fixation. La stereotype. Le velo pour Belle c'est vite. Il pluit. Je suis tu tout la jour. Mas vite puis Le Petite Prince.
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