. Clipind nenorocire .
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An electric current binds us together forever
I am a memory burnt onto thin air
When you call me with vibrations
In harmony with some Saturnine frequency
I spill outward, or flow, or list, or gel
It is somewhere between your mind and mine
Where, I cannot exactly tell
I want you to think about "93"
It isn't like planting a thought in your head
Or an image of a thought
But more like creating a thought
In sympathy with yours
The blind need to see
The deaf need to hear
We need to speak
. I love you .
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. M A U D L I N .
O F
T H E
. W E L L .
. Laboratories Of The Invisible World .
( Rollerskating The Cosmic Palmistric Postborder )
. Part The Second .
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O F
T H E
. W E L L .
. Laboratories Of The Invisible World .
( Rollerskating The Cosmic Palmistric Postborder )
. Part The Second .
2 0 0 9