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Saturday, July 4, 2009

It Is As Though Upon A Face Carved By A Savage Caricaturist

"in a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. and before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. and when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. and when you are filled with sleep, you never were. i dont know what i am. i dont know if i am or not."

(faulkner)
Posted by mchapm at 12:49 AM
Labels: A Monstrous Burlesque Of All Bereavement Flowed

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