dit deze daar die luide wittigheid
I am sorry, come
zielig? It
doesn’t have parts. All the people
come in repetition. Sideways.
Abhängig. Oder
Otherways.
Otherwise… about other people. Moving towards a word, d’une étrange blancheur, of a strange whiteness…walking behind
you …. a strange whiteness. And a yellow brick in the river, and no non non no
that’s all,
strange and yellow, whiteness and river. Four words on this day. That’s all and everything goes as if we belong.
As if we I…we I…we I…surrounded by wise people. surrounded by words. rounded by words. words. take these words, neem deze woorden alsof we
ik ..alsof we ik..alsof we ik..alsof we ik..alsof we..
partly ….are….
otherwise
words
the whole
whiteness…
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