And if...

There is more. What exactly does more mean? Another langscape? Another landguage? It is nature to look at the fescue on the other side of the divide and wonder at its marvelous greeness, luscious velosity. But it is movement that is at issue, or rather displacement.

Roberto dell Griva sits by the gunwale of the shipwrecked vessel. He ponders the idea that what he sees before him is yesterday. When he sees a bird flying there, he knows it is not there now. He can't swim. He knows that if he dives off the ship and swims toward the island, he will be swimming towards the day before. But, as mentioned, he cannot swim. Is this what it means to consider the verdosity of the fescue outside the limits of the enclosure? Of course it is. Get over it.

Row roe rue your boat

Gentily down the strain
Me really
Me really
Lie fizz jest and dream








Language is a party, one where all the guests are dressed in their finest and the ones who are not are considered to have accents. The cut-up as a social contract; simply take an experience and split it into random components and then re- organise them while keeping track of everything going on in that time-space. The result will round out the empty bits.









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