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THIBAULT RAOULT EVERY MORNING IT'S TYPE OR DIE Which is better than ripen & relax. Is it that obvious I wish to disappear into aronia? Last night G. sang Ballad of Stretch & Fold, Midnight tune of breadmaking. I love how music has one term (smorzando) for dying away & another for sobbing (singhiozzando)— All these z's redefine What it means to be alive & happy enough to see lightning Is half-holy above us. We can die away & sob & sob & die away & Call in sick w/ a z Which means We are music. |