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gertrude stein


Today I am feeling heartbeats in the earth beneath me, raising rubble with each thump. Pressing thumbs against against against the lips of liars only spreads suppression through their veins. There is psychic energy in you, that leaves through your fingertips and into the magpies waiting outside. Gertrude Stein called last night. Told me the difference, the difference is spreading. I went there on business.
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