I had one foot on one hand and in my pocket one more beautiful idea, i'm sure of that and i left the place where i was to go without to know another place. Now! I was better where i was before and better than liquid, not too much alcoholic but not too uncritical. I run away at night like a dog in the future, sniffing with the puff of the wind, the breath of the wind, whistling in ears and spitting in the eye of Neptune. It's the astral domini get me to no sense, circling with the mind to half aura, between St. Joseph and Saturn. It's the foot on the hand get myself this curvature....
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