The Big Sleep
"There's a frail for you. Always holding out."
thinking about Gertrude stein and Heidegger
What does it matter, she is gone he is gone hitler is gone
and my name is Unk and I am a thing called alive paraphrase Vonnegut
no idea what this is about posting blind to the thread another twist in the strand, this is a pretty nutty way to try and write but if jack Kerouac could write spontaneous prose maybe I could at least type spontaneous code.
only a hyperlink missing here I think
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