Thursday, 20 May 2010

Automatic writing 1

Silver wrapper glides illustriously, the gem should see as the trees move closer.
Im not moving but things seem closer. I'm not going to stop but the slapping of thighs is filtering into my pocket. What do you think we are all doing differently?
Soupault measures the beautiful system of insignificance with accurate indifference.
Look at me and go to sleep, but don't complain about your swollen eyes.

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