Days

Row roe rue your boat

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Gentily down the strain
Me really
Me really
Lie fizz jest and dream

Language is a party, one where all the guests are dressed in their finest and the ones who are not are considered to have accents. The cut-up as a social contract; simply take an experience and split it into random components and then re- organise them while keeping track of everything going on in that time-space. The result will round out the empty bits.

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Autobahn

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On the road, to the road, in the road.

Through the road, if such can be found; it is found.

On the way to where we should be.
In that place that is between where we are,
And where we are going.
Some call it Pennsylvania.
Or Erewhon.

C’est bien cela la mouvance.
Et.
On t’aime Gérald.

Results and Mission

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I was in New York a while back. I found this envelope on the sidewalk and am not too sure what I want to make of it. I have had several meaningful conversations with people who choose to live on the street (the choice of the word choice is deliberate) and they seem to feel a freedom I cannot quite get to. I live in the academic bubble, I can do whatever I want to, provided I provide a sufficent amount of anthropomorphological data, to get to the answers I want to get to. But providing sufficient substanciation is a slippery slope. I can use the language needed but I cannot, in any terms, prove that I will obtain any result whatsoever.