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Fourteen March 2009,  before half past two - the tomcat sneezed his feline soul into my face,
but - in that time - it did not happen  - it was already!
- unfathomable hourly and minute - per edge of markedness - and untouchable Adam's forefinger
- prokaryotic stories, the old Baruch is grinding your lenses, diffuse tanned girl,
verses: rolling movement, a poster on a cell wall - Parameciums sticks posters on their cell walls
and the book hero looks at his life as a spectator
and he has the horror from it - but also pleasure - at the same time 
- he must be more distant when he has to be a star.
That's how I did it, this way, otherwise it was not possible: only this way and here directly.
Bartender seasoned with many New Year's Eves,
Uranus meliorator 
and lower god of fire accompanied by temple whores: get burning the keen desire of
                                                                     parallels: to meet.







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