05 May 2004
we live and die rationally and productively
dream come of a sky an earth an under-earth where I am inconceivable aah no sound in the rectum a redhot spike that day we prayed no further
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problem of training and concurrently little by little solution and application of same and concurrently moral plane bud and bloom of relations proper but first some remarks two or three we'll see
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more sacks here then than souls infinitely if we journey infinitely and what infinite loss without profit there is that difficulty overcome something wrong there
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they were I quote good moments somehow or other good moments when you think
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from Samuel Beckett, How It Is
