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bedsprings are fictitious. legends of accordions. again, reeds – blown into and out.

the rocking of the gothic font, the metro in paris. a gang. but, i won’t go there.

i want to say something about muppets. i don’t know why. think about how fozzy

the bear must feel against the palm. ball bearings swinging on the ends of fishline.

a good idea for a sculpture.