The Anxiety of Coincidence
Your object will have made a good subject and I should get to tell you so: the bird with a beak but no mouth, we hear him only when it's night in the Dominican Republic and Israel at the same time. Someone will find your marginalia useful, so try to spare some ink. I took dictation only from you, for whom verbs were nothing and tense everything. See the difference, you kept asking, but it wasn't a question. See how enormous— camel hauling an empty wheelchair, conspiracy of hangman men, dried-out song that makes it snow. You realize we could have walked home in the hours taking inventory took, jack of no traits. Bird with no wings.
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