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You Can Imagine Evolution w/o Teleology |
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23 Noises come, strange delighted motion, Apples turn, spin their letters, Meet the alphabet in its second story apartment, Or else, they wait like quiet lovers spent. Look through 'now'. Make it a strange birdcage In the middle of the interruption Of iteration. Now, I am the waiting. The customer service representative will not respond. There is nothing more than anxiety in the islands. There is passion, but it slips into its own gray building. Stutters
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