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April 19, 2012
By a magic, dissolving. Quantities of the ego, supplanting the surge directive, forming the last remaining cowboy with his faithful drawn horse on the creative range, begetting not what is immediately seen, but hailing on the residuals, the fetal remains, liposuction garbage, plastic bags of the head, the mind, the soul, that which has no feeling beyond the conglomerate need, this cowboy scans the horizon, knows its furious rapture and the viability of the dissolution of the impending sunset, he feels and knows the body expanding on its time that has sacrificed its time; he knows and bows his head.