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[David Strugnell]

there was and only and free and again this is is there and we are again this and we are again today this we are again this is we are again again there is there there and within and we are as always this and we are within and we are within and as there their and as always there within and as there their and we are this this and we are this and there there and we there this and we are as this and we are as this and we are this and we are this and we are this and we are this and we are this this and we are this and we are this and we are this this and we are this and as always this this and from from there there is in this and from there there is in the the thing thing and we are thing and we are from this we are as always this and we are this this there was there within and so we are as always this and we are as always this and we are this and so we are within this and we are calling this

[Panglossian]

Mr. Strugnell, you are a little bit crazy. Reading this I was (kind of) reminded of Pablo Picasso's poetry ...

8-9 november 1944

on the shrubs of ink fresh butter lace fans open in sated scattered
divinities the incandescent crystal that sings on the wing on the bee’s wax
of the rose-bush gathers with delicate and supple spoonfuls the airy houses
of cards of the perfumed male voices of feathers oiling the road
the miraculous rainbow festoons of the jars full of milk drinking with loud
yells the azureal blue jumping with both feet on the tropics of the mirror
hanging with all hands at the window

[David Strugnell]

Pablo was quite nice.