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Saturday, September 10, 2011
Wassily Kandinsky. Seeing. From Sounds.
Blue, Blue got up, got up and fell.
Sharp, Thin whistled and shoved, but didn't get through.
From every corner came a humming.
FatBrown got stuck-it seemed for all eternity.
It seemed. It seemed.
You must open your arms wider.
Wider. Wider.
And you must cover your face with red cloth.
And maybe it hasn't shifted yet at all: it's just that you've shifted.
White leap after white leap.
And after this white leap another white leap.
And in this white leap a white leap. In every white leap a white leap.
But that's not good at all, that you don't see the gloom: in the gloom is where it is.
That's where everything begins...............................................................................
With a.............................................................Crash................................................
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