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nightmare of teevee: always the same film and no one notices when the image crashes into the facts . . . tanks once again: little insecurities between main course and dessert: homage to classical tragedy. the paths with friendship's last trace of blood. doubting in weakness and rage: the spectre at europe's exit: asiatically frozen to gibbering tactics possessed of reckless orientation: this feudalist word in alien tongue: obedience . . . the fatal addiction to clarity in the last act: barbaric as everything unambiguous with a touch of irony in the hope of thought like fire against the laughing fit of ashes: a dramatic residue at the threshold of eternal snow . . .
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I AND MY CONTRARY THE PALLID ÜBERMENSCH WITH NEON IN HIS VEINS IN THE WAKE OF A THRICE GOOD REVENGE ABOVE THE HIGH MOORS GREY LIESCHEN YES I'LL COME THROUGH VAPOURS AND HIGH FOGS THROUGH HEAT AND COLD IN STEP WITH THE DESERT OF METALS
