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My whole body puts me on my guard against each word
The oracles are silent
What shall we have to drink in these deserts?
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound
It's a quick death, God help us all
The marquise went out at five
A universe for the first time bereft of all signposts
The mutilated body was thrown back into the sea
Fenande has left with a futurist
A clown, perhaps, but an aspiring clown
I would prefer not to
The imitation of an action
It takes talent to lead art that far astray
Stories of modernism.
The oracles are silent
What shall we have to drink in these deserts?
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound
It's a quick death, God help us all
The marquise went out at five
A universe for the first time bereft of all signposts
The mutilated body was thrown back into the sea
Fenande has left with a futurist
A clown, perhaps, but an aspiring clown
I would prefer not to
The imitation of an action
It takes talent to lead art that far astray
Stories of modernism.