Jared Schickling and John Bloomberg-Rissman
Your Transcript / primate 8.3 (cont'd)
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Is our sun a cannon that schpritzes Athena seltzer / Is
frag-kyi jijijijiji
             unto atoms, objects, and re’fe’rence / Is
Whirl-heap blood’s “city / punished / scratched / from the / map” / Is
to the brim of the water
no more its             tons of thous tons of thous
all disappearances carry the weight of.
there is no first and last node. [ “ITS?” ] [ NO. ]
                              THE WIND BLOWS.
THE RAIN FALLS.
   THE SNOW FALLS.
      THE STREAMS FLOW.
         THE RIVERS FLOW.
            THE OCEANS RISE.
               THE OCEANS FALL.
La mer hourdit son [sa] […] sable
             while metabolism types us, the oak has worled through brick, and the breath
             knows ghosts
             i’ll turn one cheek i’ll turn the other cheek $$
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Your Transcript / primate 8.3 (cont'd)
[ PRAISE ]
12/21/08 3:17 PM
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             bad username [root]: 1 Time(s)
    1 Time(s): opened
GET Killed: 1 Time(s)
GET Started: 1 Time(s)
             bad username [ root]: 1 Time(s)
and so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby … get started get killed
Is our sun a cannon that schpritzes Athena seltzer / Is
frag-kyi jijijijiji
             unto atoms, objects, and re’fe’rence / Is
Whirl-heap blood’s “city / punished / scratched / from the / map” / Is
to the brim of the water
no more its             tons of thous tons of thous
all disappearances carry the weight of.
there is no first and last node. [ “ITS?” ] [ NO. ]
                              THE WIND BLOWS.
THE RAIN FALLS.
   THE SNOW FALLS.
      THE STREAMS FLOW.
         THE RIVERS FLOW.
            THE OCEANS RISE.
               THE OCEANS FALL.
La mer hourdit son [sa] […] sable
             while metabolism types us, the oak has worled through brick, and the breath
             knows ghosts
             i’ll turn one cheek i’ll turn the other cheek $$
crcrawl crawlwl
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